Writing

I come to the end of this year not writing. I don’t know if I will write in the new year. I was writing last summer, and it started well, but then it stopped abruptly. I was writing one week and then I wasn’t writing, and I haven’t written in any real way since. It doesn’t matter. I’ve written similar sentences hundreds of times in my life. Writing, not writing. I don’t see a lot of good coming from writing, really. Maybe this is the the year that I stay stopped. Maybe this is the year that I drop the old, faded dream of a writing life. Who knows?

We drove out to see our daughter in Colorado. This is s photo of the Pawnee National Grasslands.