Fields and fountains
A mixed metaphor about words
This spring, the words were pouring from me like a fountain in a rainstorm - overflowing, spilling out of me almost constantly, and I often felt like I couldn't write them down fast enough.
Now, it's like they've evaporated in the summer heat. Sure, I can find some here and there, but they're no longer freely flowing. I feel a bit emptied out, like a field that has been over-harvested. I know it will grow back, but for now it lays fallow.
And I think that's okay.
I've wondered if all the reading I've been doing the last few months has been my brain's way of replenishing the fountain, but I'm not sure it matters, really. I know it will come back when it's ready.
In the meantime, it will just continue to be a bit quieter here. I will still be back next week as usual with the end-of-the-month roundup. Thanks for sticking with me.
I hope the summer is treating you well. I love hearing from you, so please join us in the comments if you'd like! And as always, feel free to share if this resonated with you!
Oh me too. I’m eagerly awaiting their return.
I hear you. I think reading does help fill the well. But again, sometimes it's good to slow down and savor each moment, and when the well fills, write again.