Contemplation

Writer’s block can be a terrible thing. Always idealistic, there was a time when I scoffed off such excuses seemingly lazy notions; thinking that if one is determined to do something, nothing (and definitely not a void or a space!) can deter me from producing creative work. Well, actually I still think that is true… but the quality lies in question.

Contemplation. A lone figure at Hamilton Lake during sunset.

The words are in there somehow, but they are not forming into coherent sentences. The memories and emotions lie beneath, bobbing gently; near but always elusive. So, I try to go with the flow.

For now, I will just take a backseat.

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The author shall be away for wwoofing from 28 Aug – 04 Sep at Opotiki, Bay of Plenty, New Zealand.