My excuse before was that I was so terribly busy and exhausted. Which I was. But now that I'm on summer vacation, I don't have much for an excuse. I do write some, just with pencil and paper so no one can see except me and God.
During the Slice of Life Challenge I had a reason to write that made sense in the outside world. Now that I'm on my own, it has a different quality. Before, I had some sort of an audience in mind. Now, I may have no audience. It drives me into a quieter, deeper place. It's as though I've stepped out of my warm comfortable home for a late evening walk - hesitant steps into the darkness with a single candle burning. I have no intention of leaving those fond and familiar things completely, but the desire to discover something new drives me out. I may find a swarm of mosquitos, or a perfectly still, moonlit masterpiece. Most likely, a bit of both.