Writer's Block

I haven't written anything in a while. I can only attribute this to a lingering bout of writer's block. Laziness, really. I have had time to write and much to write about...just, it has not burst out, like it has in the past. I love when my creative self becomes insistent....desperate, even. It wants to be expressed - it MUST be expressed! That is when the best stuff comes, free and potent and unrestricted. So I thought that if I began a blog about my apparent hesitation to blog, it would spark the flame, so to speak.

Guess not. Nothin yet!

Oh well.

I could share my sense of trepidation for the upcoming year, as it pertains to finance and career objectives. I am still hopeful, always hopeful, that I will get a great job and settle into my new single existence as Capable Thirty-Something, Design Barracuda cum Extremely World Wise and Cool Artist Chick. I'm getting there, I suppose, but I continue to be plagued with random thoughts of the recession, higher prices and lower bank account balances, unemployment rates and Out of Business signs on windows of small businesses......the prevailing image of a frail woman holding the hands of her two small children, fighting their way through one of the Black Blizzards of the Thirties, as if the Great Depression wasn't enough.

What if it gets as bad as it had gotten back then? Would it?

I am not unaware of the fact that the news of this recession is being fed to us by media organizations that sensationalize all manner of public affairs, global and local. The fear mongers are as busy as ever, forcing even the most stalwart and cynical of us to be aware of the potential for tough times ahead. The consumer machine is tightening its mechanisms, re-routing the marketing plans to offer customers the best solution for their new economic concerns.

What I will do is what I have always done: hustle. Be diverse and thrifty. Try to remember that consumer goods are not the only source of fulfillment. Get extreme joy out of being creative, learning new skills and constructing items of interest and use to others...only, this time, sell such items for money rather than giving them as gifts. Maybe, just maybe, I could be a working artist...instead of just thinking that it would be cool to be a working artist.

Anyway. The block is being lifted, I suppose. I need to do this....writing and trying to make sense of this new place that I am at. Clearing my head of nervous thoughts is rather like untangling an old-fashioned telephone cord right now, but I'll keep at it until it straightens and becomes composed.

Stay tuned.