A writer doesn’t write always.

Hi.  How are you?  Nope, I’m not dead.  (Nor is this blog.)  I’m sure you’ve been wondering where I’ve been.  I wish I could say I was swimming the Nile, hiking the Appalachians, or restructuring the entire Formula One racing series, but no, my reasons are more mundane.

My time and creativity have been usurped by family matters and a relentless growing season at work.

There were two deaths in the family and the memorials were two weeks apart.  They were for my Grandmother and my Mother in law.  I wish you had met them.  While completely apart in style, both enjoyed life and were honest about their opinions and observations.  One traveled a lot while the other stayed home, yet both of them believed that family mattered most.  They loved when everyone would come over for the holidays and reveled in cooking up a storm.  They were both modern and traditional at the same time.  I’m so glad I was able to share so much time with them.

Work, on the other hand, was a mess!  We didn’t have a lot of rain this year, but wow did things grow!  Trying to tame the wildness left everyone wet and worn out.  The humidity was so high (still is) that in the first half hour you are drenched in sweat.  It got so bad this year that I was actually entertaining the idea of going to Las Vegas just to see if their dry heat was really worse than our damp.  Then I remembered that they have no grass there, so it wouldn’t matter anyway!

Even my daydreams were stunted this season.  Normally I can come up with three or four ideas each day while at work.  Most of them will fade away by the time I get home, but I’ll still have one that is good enough to post.  Not this time.  I was lucky if I got two in a week.  I was suffering a drought of creativity.

My motivation had disappeared too.  It wasn’t just in writing.  I had planned on doing some hiking and even a little overnight camping this summer, but the heat and humidity just destroyed that notion.  I had no desire to walk around like I had been in a wet t-shirt contest, and I sure didn’t feel like sleeping in what would feel like a steamed up bathroom.  Nope. Rain check please.

But the good news is that there are some things I do want to talk about.

Remember how I longed for a travel/adventure magazine that was designed around realistic choices and not extreme buildups?  Well, I found it!

I also recently purchased Dave Cantebury’s new book “Bushcraft 101” and am looking forward to telling you all about it.

The sun is setting sooner now and a cool breeze can be felt on my skin.  Summer’s still here but I feel a changer coming.  As a writer, we might suffer from unspeakable times of creative drought, but that doesn’t mean we stop all together.  Take this time to sort things out and take a look around you.  Without even trying you’ll find something that will sew new seeds of creativity.  Then, just as quick as the drought hit, creativity and motivation will rain upon you again.

Keep the faith.

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