Monday, February 6, 2012

February Blahs


Our wonderful climatologist has made a mistake; instead of the coldest winter in ages we have had one of the mildest ones in recent times.  Despite that I’ve managed to come down with one terrific head cold that has knocked me out for several days, flat.  As well, the extraordinary high winds managed to blow my computer to smithereens and it has had to be completely dismantled and re-loaded (or whatever it is the wonderful IT specialists have performed.  In any event, I have been out of commission for over a week now and I have felt as though my right arm were cut off.  How addictive writing can become!)
So while I have been out of commission I have had plenty to think about and yet nothing formulated itself into truly cohesive thoughts, probably because I have had so much going on both at work and at home.  True creativity requires peace and quiet so that the imagination, or the thoughts, can brew into something wonderful.  At least, that is my theory.
Last night, with all the congestion on me I lay awake and rather than toss and turn I tried to be still and get my mind still with me.  I came up with a half dozen stories that seemed very wonderful in the dark but in the light of day I simply became impatient with myself. 
Ah, the life of a bedridden writer. 
Pshaw!  Think of Elizabeth Barrett, confined to her sofa and yet writing wonderful poetry.  Think of our mysterious Emily Dickinson behind her curtain.
What I have is a million excuses for avoiding my thoughts, however tomorrow is another day.

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