Tabula rasa
The blank slate
The silence weighs heavy
And the open space is oppressive
A skeletal world of moonlight and rock.
Without thought or imagination
Nothing to dream, nothing to say
Only fear and exhaustion
Tabula rasa
Try and start over
[I am at a standstill with both my long fiction pieces and I am going to set them aside while I collect my thoughts.]
Meg Sorick, Author/Artist 
At least with a blank slate there is ample room for scribbling ideas; and, with a view such as your header image, the ideas can float freely!
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Let’s hope so. I appreciate your encouragement. Thank you!
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Been there, lovely poem Meg. ♥️
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Thank you, Holly. I hope it passes quickly!
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I hope so. Sometimes we need a breather. I know I do!
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Most definitely. This has been a long time coming, I think. A break is just what I need! 💖
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Well, we will miss. you if you break,, how about some reshares to tide us over! ❤
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Sure! And some photography – that’s not too stressful! Thanks so much, Holly! 💖
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💞
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Breaks are necessary some times. Take more photos in the meantime. Inspiration can show up in unexpected places. 😊
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That is the truth. Especially now – I have so much going on, I can barely think straight. I’ll shoot you an email…
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😊👍🏻
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Loved your poem. Nice that you can turn a problem into something so great!
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Thank you, Dee! Maybe poetry will be my outlet until I figure out my next moves in fiction!
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