I am flattered by all of the texts, emails, and messages I have received from concerned readers wanting to know why I have not been blogging. Well, to be honest, I have no excuse. Nothing has happened. Everyone is well. However, somewhere in the last few weeks, my spark seemed to have died. I tried to call a repairman, but there isn’t one. No one has the ability to help me find my mojo and rekindle the spark. It’s gone. I had it for a full year. It did not have a chance to flicker out. The year of the blog forced me to come up with topics every day.
Now, without the stress of the deadline, I have found that my ideas suddenly feel uninteresting and obtuse. I cannot seem to formulate ideas. I can’t seem to think of anything to write. Everything used to remind me of a story, and now, I cannot even conjure a thought.
I am afraid that any good story I ever knew has already been written. I am afraid that any story I want to write seems arbitrary and a waste of time. I seem to have developed a case of the dreaded trepidations, and I do not know how to escape it.
So, my dear reader, be patient. I am going to try to masterfully develop my observational techniques yet again. I promise, I am going to try to find something I not only want to say, but that I need to say as well.