I blame it on February. For as short as it is, it still reminds you not only that it’s winter but that spring just might be out there. Case in point is that when I went to the state capitol last week, it had a record high temp (61). Sunday, it set a record for snowfall on that date (11.8 inches).
Of course, none of that really explains the torpor that has permeated this blog, and me, this month. Other than two book reviews, the posts have largely been linkage. I don’t know if I simply lack inspiration or have lost any creativity. In fact, I’ve even spent a few evenings and weekend days staring at streamed TV series and an occasional movie from Netflix rather than picking up a book.
Let’s just say inspiration is too hard to find this time of year — and assume that as the layer of ice we got melts, inspiration may again reveal itself.
If the desire to write is not accompanied by actual writing then the desire is not to write.
Hugh Prather, Notes to Myself
