I haven’t posted in awhile because I don’t have much to say. Still, since this is a blog about writing I guess it’s important to say I’m still not writing.
A friend suggested the other night that I have a block. That would be a writer’s block. I don’t think that’s what it is. I’ve had them in my life and they were very different. They were “I want so much to write but I can’t.” One time, when I’d sit at my desk I’d feel faint. This time I simply don’t WANT to write. Not now. I hope it’s only for now. But how long is now?
That’s the only thing that worries me. How long? That’s scary. What if it goes on for years? What if I die before I write my 20th book? Well, so what? If I do, I do. In the grander scheme of things it won’t make a bit of difference.
Now and then a half-formed idea squiggles through my brain only to die young. Maybe I kill it because I don’t WANT to write.
I’m enjoying reading and not being on a schedule. Still, every time a writer I like publishes I feel a little ping.
But it’s not a block. I don’t have the desire or the will right now. And for the moment I feel all right with that. But how long will a moment last?