I am utterly uninspired to write lately. Y'all have seen me go through it before -- the doldrums, a brain slump. I refuse to call it "writer's block" because it seems to me like that's what happens when you have a literary destination of some sort and you can't reach it. Me, I'm so full up with jobs right now that I don't have much of a writerly goal to tend.
I'm obligated to so many distinct gigs at the moment that it gets hard to keep them straight from hour to hour. Not impossible, but hard. Sometimes, a gear in my head slips and I wind up where I am right now -- an hour to kill in a waiting room without my work-filled flash drive. And no Internet connection. You’d think I woulda learned to tote a note pad and pencil…
You'd think after being this crazy-busy off and on for most of my life, I'd be better at it. You'd think that since I really do dig this kind of frenetic pace, I'd be the Mistress of Time Management.
You'd think.
But here I am.
Truth is, I'm living life so fully right now that my mind isn't quite the same as it was last year about this time. That's a good thing. Remember how alone I was out in The Sticks? I loved it. Took a swan dive in and swam deep in my gray matter's recesses. But I returned to Swamp City so’s I could wade back into the muck of life with my loved ones.
And here I am -- right where I wanted to be. I love it, too.
And you're in luck -- the brain clouds haven't stopped me from cooking. With more mouths around to feed, I'm cooking more. Hallelujah! So while the time of year to hunker down approaches (and yes, it really is, even if it's gonna feel like summer for months more), and my reptilian brain senses the earth turning, I'll toss you a bunch of recipes that are clogging up my hard drive.
I'll let ya know if I'm stricken by a meandering thought again.
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