I’ve got writer’s block.
It’s not so much that I don’t have anything to write. No, a quick conversation with Rama reminded me that a lot is going on in our lives right now–in my life right now–and that I could write novels about it all. I could, but I just don’t feel like it. Not yet.
For now, I’m just soaking it all in. The good, the bad, the ugly, the pretty, the thrill, the calm, the quiet, the every day, the life. This life.