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.
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.