The summer drought. It’s not really a lack of words. It’s the missing drive to get them onto the empty page and screen. It’s become routine for me in a way. A step-back before several steps forward. I went from dreading September as a kid to looking forward to them as an adult.
Over the course of my career, it occurred to me that my strongest periods of work come from the last parts of summer leading into the fall. A dormant collection of fiction may be revived again for potential release down the road. Several music-related blog essays (I’m going to start calling them Blessays) are in the works or planning stages. One is long completed that will celebrate another milestone in the Black Sabbath catalogue.
I’m looking forward to the cooler weather. The refresh and reset. Cooler heads do really prevail.