It’s been a few weeks since I’ve written anything. It’s not a lack in desire to write, or writers block, or anything of the sort. Time is against me these days. It pretends to offer me something, but instead takes more than I have. It happens. My daily routine is overwhelming, while the day job carries a double-bladed knife and a mocking laugh. Responsibilities wait in the shadows, salivating at the easy prey before them, randomly jumping out at me before I can raise my shield.
Essentially, I’m exhausted, bruised, discouraged, and outnumbered. I’ve decided to find a cave where I can hollow out a safe place to bury those creative treasures. I’ve got some defenses to put up. Some spears to sharpen. When it’s time to break base camp I’ll be ready. But for now, I just need time.