Drought

Not much posting lately because there hasn't been much to post about. I've hit a dry spell in the writing: these always happen, but they're endlessly frustrating when they do. Both "There Be Dragons" and my strictly-for-fun writing (i.e. fanfiction) have slowed to an unsteady drip-drop-drip. Getting the words out is like squeezing a dirty washrag: there's moisture, yes, but you don't want to drink it.

It's somewhat understandable in that I've got a lot going on, personally. I just started a new job, and I have a brand-new kitty cat who's been absorbing my time with his cuteness and propensity for knocking shit over. Still, it's frustrating.

It's times like this that I find myself repeating the words of the "Desiderata":

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.

It's a lovely sentiment and one that, as a perfectionist, I struggle with.Still, I must set aside the writing until the well re-fills.