Not that I think anyone has been keeping score, but some might have noticed decreased activity on my publishing as well as participation in commenting on others works. I cannot tell you that it’s because of any horrible tragedy or triumph. I am not withdrawing to channel creative energy to other areas to publish. It is more mundane. Less important. Totally nondescript. The details would only make it sound like validation-seeking whining. The daily trappings of my world seem to have nipped at each minute of “mind time” like poetry-feasting piranhas.
I told someone that it is about headspace. I can’t seem to fund the time to climb inside my head and see what is lurking. It had always been those introspective journeys that were so often the source of my rabid writing. It seems that there is a wall that is being constructed around my cranium. Pun intended. I can’t lie. I do miss the quixotic writing. It was comforting. Comfortable. More so I miss the deep, meaningful participation in other’s blogs.
I will continue to publish and comment as I can. When and where I can feel and find myself. I hope no one thinks I have lost interest in their incredible work.