It’s been really difficult to write so far this year. It’ll come in fits and starts but nothing holds up for long. I know a lot of it has to do with the loss of my dad and the fact that I’m working something akin to a day job (or two) now. I tell myself that I don’t have time. Which is a great lie I tell myself. There is always time to be found to write. I can go to bed later or put down the paintbrush. I could do a lot of things. Today, I’m percolating on an idea that I hope comes to something but it doesn’t feel like it’s decided what it wants to be yet. Percolating is a heck of a lot better than where I have been. I need to do a lot of things but I mostly just need to put on some music, open a clean file, and see what happens from there. Honestly, though, I’m just glad to feel that spark again, even the desire to write has been dulled the last few months so feeling that spark come alive and not immediately puff out of existence again is awesome.