There’s lots to write, all sorts of fun, hot stuff, but I’m just not in the mood. A wise writer I know once suggested that when I don’t want to write, the thing to do is to write about that feeling. But I don’t even want to do that. So here I am, writing about how I don’t want to write about what I don’t want to write about.
There’s nothing wrong – I’m not unhappy, out of sorts, or anything. If anything, quite the contrary: I’m feeling pretty relaxed and comfortable, heading into the holidays. We have some fun family stuff planned, and I’m honestly looking forward to a bit of a vacation. We’ll be going places warm and cold both, which is lovely. And we’ll be spending lots of family time, which is (mostly) lovely.
Here’s hoping my appetite for sharing grows again in coming days.