The Music of Love Writer

Lately I've noticed my mind's been floating off in space, drifting away on it's own, with little chance of steering it back to earth. Diagnosed as a diabetic, with some complications, medications have somehow dulled my creative thoughts, fogging them over. Romantic imagery has been blocked, and I've basically sunk into a severe case of writer's block. Could this be the sunset of my romantic dreams, my gifted creativity? I shudder at the tragic thought. My creative gift of imagery is something that has enhanced my life, through many ups and downs. I've always grasped onto my gift of imagination to get me through the rough spots and also to express my joy.

Words and the use of words are one of the most powerful gifts of human life. To be at a loss to express those words, or even recall words or names, has placed me in a zombie state. Now I throughly enjoy horror but this physical state of numbness is something I'd like to create, not be a living participant. Staring at a blank word page for hours is not something I thought I'd be doing now, nor did I think I'd feel no desire to create my romantic dancing characters.

I've experienced physical illness too many times in my life. I've faced it, conquered it and gone on. In this sunset period of my life I hope I again beat this zombie dilemma to find that wonderful love of romantic creative again. Each day I'll continue to fight to slowly pull my drifting mind back to earth. This my readers I do believe.