The Road Less Written

One of the main reasons I started this blog was that, as a lifelong writer who had burnt out on it and stopped cold turkey a few years ago, I wanted to see how it felt to write for no other reason than because I felt like it. Not because I was trying to GET somewhere. That’s what my feet are for. I chose walking as my muse because of its endless possibilities: a thousand paths on any given day, myriad metaphors and emotional responses. And then, I was loaned a car to make my current itinerant housesitting lifestyle more manageable. Et voila, next to no writing! What does this mean? I am not sure; I am certainly walking less, so perhaps the muse has simply been put on the shelf; on the other hand, perhaps I have simply not felt like writing. It comes, it goes.

The Walk: coming soon, I hope.