I’ve been reading a lot lately. I’ve been reading the blogs. I’ve also been reading Odd Thomas, by Dean Koontz. And reading magazines. Reading a lot, but not writing.
I can’t get into a writing groove these days. I can’t even summon up a comment on the blogs I read. Do you call that writer’s block? More likely a lack of motivation to come up with words.
My blog has suffered as has my Etsy shop. I don’t have the creativity to come up with writing descriptions for my new items.
Perhaps I’m in my preparation-for-winter lull. I kind of wither away like the leaves, getting kind of crispy and flurrying around aimlessly in anticipation of winter. Then my mood flourishes in the deadness of the cold and snow.
In my laying invisible and silent, I hope you all had a festive Halloween. We’ve got a little candy left over ~ that’s never a bad thing.
Auntie B's Wax 
After your busy season, you probably need this time to do just what you’re doing, to transition into your very different winter-time work mode. Just relax and enjoy!
Thanks, Cindy. If only I could relax without feeling I should be doing something else!
Sometimes I get overwhelmed and get creative paralysis. That’s when I know I need to put on my Shuffle and take Scrappy for a dance-walk. Just break my routine. When I try too hard, nothing comes. When I let go, the flow just pours in.
Try letting go and going something totally different. 🙂
Some good advice, Lorna. I’m not sure if I should take Husby for a dance-walk though. I’ve decided to turn my attention to domestic practices for now. At least I’m accomplishing something.
I think these lulls and seasons are part of the richness of our soul. We need down times as well as up times. Our minds try to convince us that we need to be productive or blogging or whatever but–you know what–I think it’s sometimes more productive to lie fallow for a while. Sometimes I wish I could lie fallow more often.
You make a valid point, Kathy. But there’s a fine line between lying fallow and being out and out lazy. I fear I’m being the latter. But I’ve convinced myself that my feelings of laziness are happening for a reason, so I’m trying to embrace them. For a while. Not too long. Laziness kind of scares me.