8 months and 18 days...
Not one of my longest dry spells, and this time I'm not going to beat myself up over it.See I have dry spells, times when I don't feel like writing or, most often, when I just can't seem to wedge the time into the days.
This dry spell was a combo effect. I had nothing good to say and then things got busy.
Last November when I lost Anya and then Bird I was more than a little bummed, things weren't going really well, and the thought of writing about it all just didn't appeal.
Then I got involved in making Christmas presents, then there was a full time job, then I was unemployed again, then spring came and I was working on the garden and working a job with sporadic hours, and then I was working 2 jobs with sporadic hours and now....
I feel the itch again...
A lot of things have changed in the last 8 months.
Hopefully things are starting to look up.
