Happy New Year

I've just been speaking to an old friend of mine on the phone and he asked how my writing was going. 'What writing?' I said. Because, frankly, friends, I haven't written anything worthwhile for about three months. 'Why not?' I hear you ask. (Well, actually, I don't hear you, because this is a computer and not a telephone, and therefore I can only imagine how you might respond to what I write here, but I think, in this instance, 'why not?' seems a fairly likely response.)

However, I digress (some things don't change). As I was saying, I haven't written anything worthwhile for three months. And from the state of this post, you can probably see why. I simply can't do it any more. The creative part of my brain seems to have shut down. It's as though my imgaination has packed its bags and gone away on holiday -without telling me or asking my permission. Or, maybe, it's packed its bags and left altogether never to return. Who knows? Certainly not me.

So, am I downcast about this? Well, honestly, yes, I have been and no doubt will be again. On the other hand, I have the good health and good fortune that enables me to enjoy life to the full. So that's what I intend to do. And who knows, maybe, just maybe, somewhere in the maelstrom of enjoyment, there may come a return to creative ramblings, or there may not.

And the point of this post? To wish you all the happiest of new years, whether your writing is going swimmingly, is merely treading water, or, like mine, has sunk to the bottom of the ocean without trace!