It's been a while since I sat down to write. Not on CUSS (this may be the longest I've gone between posts), not on BlogHer, and not on my book or any side projects. Partly this is due to lack of time. Unfortunately, part of it is due to brain overload. The ideas are not flowing, which sucks. I miss writing, though. I miss sitting down in front of a blank computer screen and letting my fingers fly over the keyboard. I miss seeing the black words cut across that cast whiteness of the screen. I miss feeling like I made progress on something.
My hope is that the absence from writing will create fertile ground later, like when farmers leave some fields fallow to rejuvenate the nutrients in the soil. Actually, I like thinking of my brain space that way: loamy, dark dirt that is just slightly moist when you let it run through your fingers. My worry is that the longer I don't write, the harder it will be to get back into it.
Next week I am going to a house in upstate New York. I plan to take a few hours to sit with my lap top and see what - if anything - comes out. I'm nervous, but excited too. Who knows what will happen?