August has hit me like a ton of bricks. I don’t really have an explanation for it other than I have been stunned into inaction.
All creativity has not exactly stopped but rather slowed to a quantum level. Ideas are not roiling so much as simmering.
It’s not exactly a matter of staring blankly at a white page with nothing to say but more a matter of having no desire to open the page and get started. There’s a to-do list foremost in my mind. What is missing is the drive to start checking things off.
It feels as if my brain has simply sent itself off on a late summer holiday, given up on the idea of getting anything else done and left the rest of me to hold the fort.
That’s right: my brain has gone fishin’ till autumn arrives!
In the meantime, I doodle the imagined faces of the heroines of the upcoming Because She Was A Woman, my volume of a dozen vignettes. Pictured above is my first try at The Poet, the lead character in a heartbreaking piece about love, life and poetry. I’m thinking of including the art work in the paperback version.
That’s probably the most I can manage until September arrives and my brain returns…