A week of not very many words, unless you count Scrabulous

It’s been quite hard to write this week. I didn’t want to force it, so I just read stuff and thought about things a lot. I wrote something for Coffee that I quite like, but apart from that, I’ve definitely not been buzzing with words. The writing feels very cyclical. Like I’ll have a couple of weeks of words words words, followed by a week of hardly any words at all. I worried the first time, thought I’d lost my mojo, but it came back, and now I recognise the ups and downs and don’t panic about it. I think it came back last night. I finished something I’d been working on before the void, and I got some ideas about other things, and it felt like I was full of words again.