Here's the deal. I'm in a place that's somewhere between having too much to say and not wanting to say anything at all. The concepts are too ubiquitous to nail down; this is attached to that and that is a part of this and of course there's always the flip side, which makes it hard for me to walk in and grab a section to have a starting place.
This is not a bad thing, it's a very good thing. I call it my molting season. This is a time for intake and pondering, for finding clues, seeing patterns and connecting dots. It's not something that can be subjugated or controlled, it can barely be grasped. I have to let it be what it is. It feels like I'm treading into new territory, going to the next logical level of perception and understanding, and that's what it's all about.
I also am feeling the very strong need to cleanse my spirit and detach from much of what usually commands my attention and focus. I need to play for a while. I'm involved in some pleasurable creative pursuits, one of which is designing a magazine cover that requires some intensive artwork and that's exciting and big fun. Right now, focusing on creativity that isn't about writing is the ticket so that's what I'm doing and will continue doing until the molting season is over. When it is over I expect it to end suddenly and without warning. Then I'll be back to my typewriter, pounding out thoughts and new ideas and hopefully have something worth saying to write about.
So there won't likely be any new posts for another month, maybe longer, I honestly don't know. I hope to catch up with you again when I get back; I figure if it's meant to be it will be. Until then I welcome your emails and otherwise wish everyone well. See you later alligator.