Have you ever found yourself with nothing to say? This happens to me from time to time. A one on one conversation and I don’t have anything to contribute. Thoughts go through my mind but I can’t be bothered to make them flow through to my tongue. I mutely stare back at the other person while s/he expectantly stares back at me. And it doesn’t bother me. I’m happily insulated.
Hmm…Is that weird? I don’t know. I sort of enjoy my self-containment when it comes. It’s a contemplative state. Lots of thoughts whirl through my mind but none that I care to share. Lately, writing feels like that. I have become an inconsistent blogger although I have a list of to-write posts. A writer who opens up her WIP, full of ideas on how to write the next scene, the following one and the one after that but closes it without writing a word because I can’t be bothered to make my fingers move over the keyboard.
I’m amazed that I’m actually writing this post. It might be guilt motivated. If it is, I hope it spreads to my WIP because even a page a day would be better than nothing a day.
Do you ever suffer from a happily insulated state of mind?