My soul is feeling quite like an industrial wasteland lately, what was once productive is sitting, stale and stagnant. I mean, there's like a time and place for everything, what can be peace one day is absolutely maddening the next. That is me, I change like the wind, and I think most other writers understand this to some extent. We're a dynamic bunch.
That burning desire, this incessant need to write never really goes away. It lays, dormant, just underneath the surface, seething to be freed. Taking a break is a good thing for me because it wells up and spills over, ideas then runeth from my cup. I need to figure out a way to focus that to serve a bigger purpose. When I write, I need silence so that I can be alone with my thoughts and ideas. No music, no outside influences, I have to tap into something deep, and yes, even with something as simple as a blog post. I only know one way to write and I have to follow that path. So, my intention isn't to vacate this place, only set it aside for a while. And all of you that have partaken in my life, that's right, I've never mixed words with a person that didn't have an impact on me. One thing I've seen here is that there are so many good fuckin writers out there, it's unbelievable. You guys are the shit.
Anyway, I'll be around. I'll let ya'll know when the book comes out.