I’m not really sure what to write. I’ve had a month of events coming at me, new writing projects and blogs popping into my inbox, keeping me going, prodding me into action, sweetening my life with purpose. . . Suddenly I’m having to initiate work on my own again. And I’m clueless.
Work ebbs and flows like swirls of icing on a chocolate cupcake. It entices to dip in a finger and taste its fragrant purpose. But blocks freeze motion, fray purpose; the icing remains untouched and slowly begins to harden on its surface.
