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…
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