My mind was dried up. Dead. No inspiration could provide enough rain to quench the desert.
But then the sun hit and sand got into my shoes and my clothes all smelled like smoke. My main food sources became hot-dogs and marshmallows. Canoe rides and jumping into lakes slowly brought words to the surface.
Finally, I went down to the dock and sat down, and there words poured onto the page, and I wrote a poem. My soul spoke into it.
On the way home I added another piece of writing. Things began to take shape–the world became limitless sources of inspiration. Everything became colourful and bright.
You are witnessing the rebirth of my blog and my life as a writer.
Breathe, blog. You have been reborn.