In a Lull

I have not been writing much these days, as you have noticed. I've been away from my keyboard, and also not musing as much about what piques my imagination. Good news is, my imagination is still rambling along on its own, having a good time. I'm just letting it kind of go about its business, like a pet off its leash, snuffling about, chasing butterflies and kicking up leaves.

What is really going on here? What does a writer do when a writer is not writing, anyway?

Well, let's see. Trees are still green, sirens still wail, and birds still strafe my car. That seems to never change. Don't you notice that your attention shifts and turns differently at different times of the year or in different seasons. Now that Spring is coming, I feel a relief, like there's more to look forward to. Not only "Whew! Made it through the winter!" but that possibility is real. Flowers are showing up on trees again. It was a long cold winter. People were sick a lot. The heater was always going. It just seemed worse this year somehow.

There has been a lull. The waves of inspiration have died down a bit, but I feel a change now. Look at that ocean. A light breeze is riffling the surface and a weather change is coming, over on the horizon. Feels like it might be interesting.
Not quite time to put the leash on the imagination because it's still having a good time chasing squirrels, but I have not forgotten about writing.