I haven’t written much in the last couple weeks. I have some manuscripts floating around out there… somewhere. I’m expecting editing changes for one. My writer’s group is reviewing the other. And while those two hover in uncertainty, I haven’t felt motivated to begin anything new.

Every once in a while, it’s okay to descend into a fallow state. I tell myself that I’m garnering ideas. Recharging. Inspiration will strike eventually.

This afternoon, I watched an episode of Sister Wives.

Um… did I just say that? This afternoon, I watched an episode of Sister Wives?

Now that’s a sign that a fallow state has gone too far. Sometimes you wait for inspiration, and sometimes you have to start writing and assume it will come.