Jun 1, 2011
I've fallen out of the habit of writing. Not completely; I still write a few poems a week and attend a local writers' group meeting. The novel writers' class I've been in is starting back next Monday. That'll help a little too. But I've lost the passion that drove me for several years to write every day. And in the absence of passion, joy is a rare commodity. And in the absence of joy, my art loses some of its magic.
I'm not sure at which point I diverged from the path I was on. Probably it was a bunch of little diversions and distractions that led me into this wasteland of mediocrity that is my present reality.
I've got no huge problems in my life. I've got plenty of money. I'm getting back into working out regularly. I take lots of little day trips to the beach to rest and recharge.... Read More »