This morning I sat down, pen to paper, and had nothing to say. I felt as though I was sitting across the table from an old friend who I use to converse easily with but now, after not seeing her for so long, I have nothing to say. I was shy and felt as if I needed to get to know her again. I needed to re-familiarize myself with my writing life after camping for four days and having no routine.
A lack of routine has caused me to feel unstable. I curse routines and always want to boast that I am free to do what I want when I want but that is not the case. I need a routine. If my sleep and writing building blocks start to wiggle my whole tower will fall down. Camping for four days has left me woozy.
As the day eased on I see the light at the end of the tunnel. I feel I know my friend again and tomorrow will be an easier day. A good nights sleep tonight without a dog barking or crows cawing and I will be right as rain. See you all around 5am my time:)
Photo curtesy of John Norton