like going to the gym, which i haven't done much or enough of lately, i find that my writing muscle is stiff and out of practice. as usual. maybe for some people this comes naturally all the time regardless of how long the block or interruption, but no so much for me.
i once boasted to a friend that i make a habit of writing to people often, to stay in touch, beyond the poke or text. lately, this isn't so true. i roll the words around in the box and in my head, but the brief missives all sound the same. not doing anything, nothing's changed. same old hohum, status quo, woe-is-me, i wanna get out of here. *sigh* d's a pretty dull girl these days.
i slid my ball up to my desk this morning and took to the task in earnest. i managed a few decent notes before i broke away and went out for a walk in the drizzle to run errands. the season is changing, shifting morphing into the next. temperatures are hovering around and limited to single digits mostly. trees that aren't naked already line the streets in a profusion of fiery reds, yellows and oranges waving goodbye to summer. the air snaps with a certain briskness. the halcyon weather of lingering on benches and beaches under the comforting warmth of the sun has come and gone.
that's ok. i'm ready for turtlenecks and my purple raincoat. the streets of my neighbourhood are all but deserted, which really isn't a change from the everyday, but it makes the lonely gray sidewalks seem even grayer against the dingy buildings that line my "main street".
but there's hope for me. with those dark and dreary evenings i can sing to myself on the elliptical as i march without lifting my feet across miles of imaginary distance and try to read captions on 8 tvs at the same time.
i can walk, i can talk, i can take in the view from the shore after the skytrain ride takes me from gazing out the window dreaming i am travelling to the waters edge. i can get lost in 3 novels, renew and continue reading until i am finished all three different stories of lives filled with drama, intrigue, poetry and mystery.
yup, there is hope for me. you'll see me out there, gamely giving it a go.