Well it happened. I fell off the writing habit. The struggle started two weeks ago. I missed a day here and there but caught up mostly before anyone noticed. This weekend I finally skipped a day and then another. I don't know why exactly or what changed. I just faced the evening one day and didn't pick up laptop. No words. No ideas. I actually thought it would bother me more than it did.
Then one day, as always, my fingers began to itch.
Writing reminds me of a good song. Not catchy per se, but impactful. A good song burrows into the subconscious. I can think that I forget entirely about the song. I might not think about it for years until one I find myself humming it, then I have to listen to it, then I listen again and again. Eventually, my mind moves on to the next song, next project, next passion.
Writing is the same way. I always come back to it. I'm not even sure why. But eventually I always wake up one morning with my fingers itching. So today I write. Hopefully I write tomorrow and the next day.
I am after all, for all my virtues and vices, just human.
As a brief aside: I have "Sinnerman" by Nina Simone running through my head as I write this. Over and over. I love that song.
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