That’s how I feel this evening.
I have used up all my energies manipulating papers with words on them that have no soul. And adding to the pile of words seems beyond me tonight.
The creative, playful, inspired self has been dunked in the waters of bureaucracy, which everyone knows is the antidote to all original thought.
Next to my monitor, resting patiently, sit two natural gourds, waiting for me to do something imaginative with them. I hope they are REALLY patient. For it seems my ideas will have to wait.
My big job of the evening is to pay some bills. An activity that is sure to lift my spirits ….. oh boy…..
No, I am not really glum….. just numb. There is a big difference you know.
Maybe a good rest will help me light the fires of creativity again.
We shall see.