I’ve moved one more time.
last move, I swear:
There was a car accident once, about seven years ago.
I was in the backseat and I ‘ll never forget the force of the crash. Or the way I was tossed around.
I’ll never forget the screams, or the way the car spun, or the moment I looked down at my body and realized I was hurt.
And then there was the ambulance. And the five days in the hospital. And the surgery. And the six inch scar.
very day. And then I stopped.
I’m not sure what brought on this lack of creativity. It might be due to the weather, or to the iron deficiency I suspect I have, which leaves me feeling exhausted. It might be because I’m bored with my surroundings and in need of a vacation.
Or maybe it’s all of these things combined.
Or maybe it’s none of them.
I once had writer’s block for a year and a half. This particular bout has been easier to handle, lasting only four weeks. I think it’s going away. Take this post, for example. It’s a tad awkward and by no means Shakespeare but at least I’m stringing sentences together.
This is my blog and I’m here to stay. Promise. I’ve been bouncing around a lot lately, from livejournal to thisisby.us to triond, but no more. I’m here now and I’m not moving again any time soon.
New readers – welcome.
Besos to those who have been following me around the web.
I heart you.
[photo courtesy of andrew weld]