The Shadow-gloom and Weight of the Sacred

I haven't devoted much time to my posts since my blogging resurgence at the beginning of this month. I've had a pretty severe writer's block. I just couldn't think of anything to blog about. It wasn't just blogging, though. All the other stuff I like to write--poetry, fiction, screenplays, whatever--was not happening. It's still not happening. So I'm just writing drivel just to be writing. I'm haven't bothered myself with craft whatsoever, which is perhaps my favorite part of writing. But, if you can't gets words on paper, or computer screen, craft isn't worth much. Normally, I'd meticulously fret over each word and its placement in each sentence, as well as each sentence's placement in the paragraph. Yeah, that's the part I love the most: taking this frivolous expression and imposing my will upon it with similes, metaphors, foreshadowing, and active-voice verbs. I love searching for the right word and placing it in the right order.

But now, I'm just writing, trying to find a muse. In blogging, but more importantly, in the other stuff as well. I think it will happen; it always has in the past. It's just taking a while.

I only wrote one poem this year and it's really not complete even now.

So, my writing is bad. More so than normal (maybe it's always bad). At least, it is currently bad enough for me to notice it.

The good writing will come. The ideas will come.