December – Or, What Didn’t Happen

It’s December.That means November is over.Which means National Novel Writing Month is also over.You know that thing about self-fulfilling prophesy — that what we say often becomes our reality? Yeah, I sometimes struggle to disbelieve it.In this case, Madam Muse stopped talking a couple of weeks into November. I had no whispers, minimal inspirations past that point. So while several stories emerged in what I hope will be my next collection, it won’t be now.And that’s okay.I did quite a bit of reading, which was wonderful. I hope to get back to it, but just now, I am not feeling like putting quill to papyrus. Maybe it’s the season, maybe it’s just a season.I have a few pieces in various stages of process so who knows what I will jump into once Madam Muse returns?Only time will tell …

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