I haven’t written at all in the days that I have been at home. I wanted to. I tried to. Even my journal entry turned into rubbish.
I’ve been wondering why.
Everything is distraction. I have no writing space. No time, either. I’m lacking everything I need in order to write. My head is full of everything that I can’t get out.
I go to sleep and dream. I keep dreaming until I wake up.
I want to write and I’m not getting anywhere.
I’ve stepped out of my life. I’m home, where I don’t belong, not really. Not anymore. I’m on vacation, if you like, completely and utterly and that doesn’t make me very happy.
I don’t want to be on vacation. It’s nice to be on a break, but I don’t want to stop writing.
Instead I’m drawing, or trying to. A little bit obsessively actually. I need to do something.
This is the last blog of 2013. It was a strange year, not at all bad, though. I’ve had a lot of new experiences, many that I didn’t expect or even imagined a year ago. I had no expectations for 2013, which is, I suppose, not that bad.
I have no expectations for 2014, but I do have plans. Let’s see what happens with all of that.
It will be a year of writing, though, above all I will write. And then travel a little.
I’ll step back inside soon.