Apathy, unfortunately, has been my response to the inertia I’ve been experiencing lately. The weepiness that plagued me after my surgery in April has left, but I can’t seem to get creatively motivated. I barely feel like blogging.
It didn’t help that yesterday I was in the presence of someone, at best, I tolerate with stony civility. Let’s call her J. The irritation lingers even today, because to keep the peace, I remain silent and keep everything inside. So darn it, even if the Muses did want to whisper in my ear, I’d probably just swat them away like a swarm of annoying gnats.
There is no developing a healthy relationship with the aforementioned person from yesterday; a 30-year-old precedence has been set. Fortunately we don’t have to be around each other often because, the fact is, J is almost as interested in me as I am in her.
So, this is my writing for today while I wait for this agitation to subside.
Maybe THEN I can do some actual writing.