Not feeling it

     It's been one of those times when I am not feeling it at all. When I say it I mean the desire and passion to write. Write something...ANYTHING. At this point, anything I manage just feels forced.  It's like pulling words from my body like foreign objects, being bewildered at how they came to be there. I have been in this place before. This blocked gutter of pitch, with no guide or piercing light...but never for this extended period of time. 

      Normally even though my novels and stories sit collecting dust I can still exhale poetry easier than air
. It comes to me in constant whispers. Perhaps it's the weather. Perhaps one only gets so much time to create and then it's taken from them. Whatever the case I hope it's not the latter because it's not whether or not I become published that I care about...it's the ability to still do it for the passion and love of it. 
Be well all.
Lady Blackheart 

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