The bad news: it’s to the detriment of literally everything else in my life, including my two blogs.
All this time I’ve been whining and petitioning (the universe, my muse, my sense of discipline? Idk. I’ve been begging somebody) for the words to return, I forgot how demanding The Muse can be when she arrives.
Cooking meals? Exercise? A stop on my evening commute for anything but popping open SimpleNote to fix that nagging paragraph? Returning texts? Answering phone calls?
On Sunday mornings, I try to get up early and post up in a neighborhood coffee shop for writing practice. I read a chapter of Natalie Goldberg’s Wild Mind: Living the Writer’s Life and spend 10 uninterrupted minutes capturing my surroundings.
I did not post on Wednesday. For that, I apologize. I don’t blame astrology for much but Sunday’s lunar eclipse happened right on top of my Moon at 22 Scorpio(1) and I’ve been operating at 40% all week. Here’s hoping I’ll regain some energy as we get past eclipse season.