Dusting Off The Throne

Two months can pass in the wink of an eye. One minute it was mid October and suddenly I find myself in mid December.

The throne is dusty, ensnared in cobwebs and showing signs of sixty days worth of neglect.

Is there a story behind by recent absence. Not really. Nothing that explains my lack of postings nor my hermit like existence that has even sapped the energy needed to visit my favorite blogger's.

The best explanation would be that I have been sans muse. My robes of creativity have gone missing and I have found myself wandering naked through a wilderness of tangled thoughts. Caught in the briar's and brush of complacency. Without compass and without the wherewithal to continue the journey without direction.

So without any motivation I sat on my writer's block and pondered. Than pondered some more.

Did I find any answers? Well no not really. I am still lost in the mundane desert but I am feeling at least the echo of a spark. Just a brief glow somewhere within that says it is time to try again.

Not sure how it will work. How much I will post nor how often.

Maybe at this point it does not matter.

Maybe, just maybe it is enough to try.