{Blocked. This is how it looks, fragmented and peculiar.}
Seems an age since I last penned a post and now that I sit down in order to make right an absence I am faced with a problem I have no immediate remedy for. I am faced with a problem familiar to many: I have not one singe thing of note or otherwise to say. I have been busy working and doing all manner of things from the exhilarating and the taxing through to the more pedestrian but not one of those things can I fashion into a sentence. Nor collage either, for that matter. I have seen lots, done lots, read not nearly as much as I would have liked and I have… is it (blog) writer’s block?
Yes, for every giddy high there is a low, for every time when ideas and creativity seem in full force there is a lull. Such things we all of us know, but I am always caught unawares by just how frustrating a lack of ideas can be. Best set my energies to coaxing them from their hiding place, wherever that may be. A large net is needed, I think.
How to proceed? Perhaps a planned African feast will provide me with both answer and inspiration.
(Waiting to be reinspired, in November of last year.)
