Friday, September 4, 2009

one day, 200 posts later...


I find myself ... sorta ... not sure what to say ...

Craving alone time. Down time. No distractions. I've not been able to write more than a few coherent strung-together sentences in days - even my emails are short and to the point. Maybe it's the fault of that transition time that we're in - summer to fall, vacation to back-to-school. Not to mention personal transitions that I'm going through. I keep hoping that something will spark in my brain and my fingers won't be able to stay away from the keyboard. But that hasn't happened yet. I don't dare say (or write) the B word. Rhymes with cock. ;-)

So here it is, my 200th post since I started this blog Dec. 13, 2008 and I have nothing of any importance to say. I do have ideas, but all of them are of the work other than just writing has to be done type. Hopefully this week. Have I said that before?

8 comments:

Elise Hepner said...

Good luck! Yay for 200 posts! I understand the whole weird rut mood.

Craig Sorensen said...

Here's sending you some good writer's mojo. I hope you can break through soon...

Scarlett Greyson said...

It'll come in it's own time.

Congrats on the 200th post!

*hugs*

Danielle said...

ah it will come..soon..:-)

Erobintica said...

Thanks everyone. You'll know when it does.

Heidi Champa said...

Sometimes, you don't have to say anything, Robin. Just know that it will be there when you need it.

Alana said...

Robin,

Take whatever time you need, sweet lady. Jesus Christ, why is it we always beat ourselves the fuck up when we're not writing? You'll write what you want how you want when you're ready. It'll be awesome. In the meantime, do what it is you want.

Be good to yourself. :-)

Peace,
A

Erobintica said...

Heidi and Alana,

Thanks. We are hardest on ourselves, aren't we?

I've got this itch in the back of my head - I think it's writing wanting to come out - we will see. Tomorrow we take middle child to college and then life should settle down somewhat. Though I am already anticipating the next crisis/challenge/shit hitting fan.