That’s what I feel like.
Empty.
I’ve got this blog sitting in front of me, waiting for some sort of brilliance to spill out and instead, I’m just an empty vessel.
I feel the empty “pages” calling me,
making me feel guilty for neglect.
It’s not like life hasn’t been happening.
Quite the contrary, it has been and it’s not like I couldn’t or wouldn’t have things to write or say,
except the words won’t come.
I’ve tried.
I’ve started writing 4 or 5 different posts and just
saved them to draft.
Because the words are not there.
It’s a dry spell,
or writer’s block,
or just maybe, after 6 years of writing, I have nothing to say anymore.
I don’t know.
Participating with Just Write at The Extraordinary Ordinary.
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Prayers that it’s temporary writers block.
Hugs Debi…..will keep my eyes open for a new post soon.
Hugs and Love <3
I’ve sort of felt this way lately too. I completely understand how you are feeling… xo
I think its just life and winter…I’ve been really struggling to write much lately, too. Just in a lul. it’ll come back – you always do!
Deb, I get that way so often. I’ve been in that funk for quite some time. So much happening at once. So many changes. I’m overwhelmed, but so much is good amidst the “bad”. Praying that God will give you the words…even for a “simple” post. =)