I have been experiencing writer's vapor lock. I just can't seem to put pen to paper, fingers to keyboard. Writing here has been sparse, and the other blogs are totally neglected. And the novel has been stalled in rewrite all month. My engine is seized and I just can't seem to get it restarted.
I've even lost my reading rhythm, and I think the two are connected. When I was working on my own novel, reading other works of fiction would give me flickers of insight and inspiration. Now all novels sit neglected by my bedside.
I've had a few larger topics working in the back of my brain for a while now, and it seems that until I write about those, the inspirations of daily life don't make their way to the forefront. And it is odd, some of the topics are about frustration and stress, but I am actually pretty happy right now. I know that I just need to write, write about anything to get the pump primed again and turn the vapors into something solid.
The weather is beautiful, the coffee is strong, the future is brightening. The head will clear and the writing will get better.