Looking Backward, Writing Forward
Writer’s block is not the problem. What I have is better defined as writer’s pause. Visions of stories dance in my head and notes, ideas, sit etched on scraps of paper scattered on desktop and writing table and on to-write lists.
My writing soul seems to have slipped into the calendar and is suspended between the old—2012—and the approaching new—2013. At this late date in December, my pen, like my psyche, looks back, but at the same time peers forward, and hesitates.
My pen, my paper, my thoughts, and I pause and reflect, yet also project. I sense where my words have been in calendar days and moments gone by and wonder which path my words will write in the days of the year to come.