A quick little Hello post!
I have managed to pull my back and have been flat on the couch for the last 5 days – that’s where I am! (And, my modem is broken, and I am waiting for delivery of a new one so that I can use my wireless on my laptop – Funny, how life seems to be incomplete when I am not connected!) At least the AC is not broken. Summer has finally arrived here, and it came with all its brutality.
I have a question, that I think for me is the most important one I have yet asked on this blog:
When life has conspired in such a way as to leave you with the inability to write (for whatever reason), how do you cope?
It seems to me, that writing as an art, needs constant output (when in the throws of it). I have been thinking I should just pick up a pencil and write (as opposed to typing), even for a few minutes at a time. It is funny, how when my writing time decreases the need to do other art forms arises. Such as the desire to paint, or to create wall murals for the kids, or, or, or. For me the desire to dance surfaces. Yet, none as strong as the need to to create through writing and stories. A myriad of ideas arise, leaving me more frustrated because I know I cannot attend to them. Perhaps a pencil and paper are the answer after all. How spoiled have I become to think of this method as primitive! 🙂