Thursday, September 14, 2006

There's a restlessness in me and I don't know what it is. Maybe just as the season is changing outside, leaves crisping up in the heat and preparing to drop away, things neither too hot, nor really cool, it's also changing inside me.

I want to begin work on the next novel but find myself in resistance. Want to generate something new but can't quite find the on button.

At least I'm not living here:

4 Comments:

At 10:32 AM, Blogger Stephanie said...

I'm sort of drawn to living in that photo! Maybe not permanently though. Might be lonely.

Your restlessness might be what naturally happens at the end of a creative endeavor. Also, when I'm beginning to think about a new creative project, I often get really restless.

 
At 8:42 PM, Blogger That Girl, The Writer said...

How about camping there, dreaming about life, and then packing up and going home?

Restlessness, like everything else has it's place. Embrace it for what it is.

Makes me think of my favorite quote, which I've likely shared with you before... though, it's not really a quote as much as an idea...

"Praise and blame, gain and loss, pleasure and sorrow come and go like the wind. To be happy, rest like a giant tree in the midst of them all." -- Buddhist Principle (so says someone who didn't sign their name to this idea)

Happy Wrestling... peace and forward movement will be back.

Hugs,
R

 
At 9:00 PM, Blogger clarkknowles said...

Man, that photo. Imagine what the wind would be like there? Tell me the Earth ain't flat. You couldn't hide anything there. You'd have to lean into the wind to stand up straight. That picture makes me want to write.

Clark

 
At 10:38 AM, Blogger Jordan E. Rosenfeld said...

You think you're drawn to it now, until the chill Montana wind and the realization that there isn't any civilization for 100 miles in any direction hits you.

Glad at least, Clark, that it made you want to write!

J

 

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