My blogs have been dwindling; daily journals have become 'when I think about it' journals; reading is a luxury at the end of the day. This is NOT normal.
And yes, this is the sort of thing that I think about, fairly regularly actually. I think about how much I used to write, how much I want to write, and how much I do write. I think about the books I love, loved, and can't wait to love. And then I do math homework, or an oceanography lab, or get really excited about plate tectonics (yes, has happened).
I have felt like I'm losing my words, my passion, my writing.
Turns out I just needed the right sort of inspiration. Also turns out that I apparently have an inexhaustible well of words for our current administration. Most of which are x-rated. Alas.
While I don't like to post too much about all the dipshit things that moron does day to day (especially considering that my passionate dispassion may lead to a divorce), I find that my writing, my words, comes back with a vengeance when I get even a whiff of the daily news. It's a strange beast to tackle- feeling what patriotism I have ebb. And discovering that it inspires me to put pen to paper in a way I haven't in ages. It's not something that I'm yet comfortable with, this struggle with my American identity. But it's certainly something that is feeding my mental water wheel, getting thoughts and words flowing again.
Ahem.... Most of those words stays hidden- note the aforementioned x-ratedness. There are a lot of private sentiments, a lot of personal feelings and opinions that many of my friends would agree or not agree with. There are a lot of arguments waiting to happen in those words, a lot of debates and disagreements.
And until I'm ready for them...
*Amongst some other things.