I can't technically say that I haven't written, because in the last five weeks I have written two academic book reviews and two oral presentations-- one of the status of revolutions in the Middle East and another on the future monetary policy and goals of Her Majesty's Treasury in the United Kingdom.
But my enthusiasm for my fiction has withered. (it happens)
And I never got around to organizing my notes from my recent voyage into a travel essay on France/Tunisia.
I blame dental surgery. I lost five weeks of my life to an implant that got infected and had to be un-implanted.
And now I'm dreaming of my fiction, of creative non-fiction, and a potential MFA.
Last night something happened. A friend who is part of the Hippocampus Magazine community asked for reviewers of juicy non-fiction. I suggested Ted Morgan's My Battle of Algiers and the new book on Steve Jobs (which is not juicy in my opinion). She encouraged me.
Then I studied the publication and noticed they have a rock and roll issue coming up. I went to the library and found a biography of Jimi Hendrix.
And despite homework about the long term effect of monetary policy on the money market and the exchange rate, I found myself typing about Ted Morgan.
I loved his book and I think a lot of other people will too. And I suddenly remembered how much I should be writing-- that I love writing-- that I am a writer and it makes me happy.