When the inevitable question posed to writers of all stripes, bloggers included, was asked, “how do you manage writer’s block?” I simply told the truth– I don’t get it. I write or I don’t write. In the case of blogging, if I am not in here dazzling you with the extraordinary– mythic, really– fistfuls of lint I comb from the dryer screen like a modern-day Psyche gathering golden fleece to deliver shining wool to the implacable Aphrodite, it simply means I must’ve opened Persephone’s box and fallen deep asleep.
That, or I’m facing deadlines.
But there’s nothing romantic about deadlines– wouldn’t it be so much cooler if I were deep asleep in the woods somewhere, rendered unconscious from opening the box to the mysteries of beauty?
Alas, it passed so quickly. At the end I grabbed these shots around the apartment to remember the light. Tomorrow we slide into Spring and hell if it doesn’t feel like mid-summer.
The dogs are up in New Hampshire until Saturday.
Whatever shall I do with myself?