My head is in the clouds and I’m in daydreaming mode, for how long I cannot tell, but worry not, I’m not delusional or illogical or unaware of what’s going on. In fact I’m all too aware, and my head in the clouds at least means I’m looking up, so there’s that.
Give me the towering gray nimbus or the distant hazy puffs or the cirrus whisps. I’m not an uninterrupted blue sky kind of guy. I want action. Variety. Uncertainty. Maybe, just maybe, the humidity and heat will break and we’ll get rain.
It’s hard to get work done when my head is in the clouds. You may have noticed I haven’t written a blog post since THE SUITOR came out. I’ve done the opposite. I’ve started several and tossed them. I’ve put aside 200 pages of a new work. I have nothing interesting to say. I’m in a phase where I’d rather daydream in the clouds than face the facts on the ground.
Chances are it’s just a phase, this head-in-the-clouds business, a way to reset and recharge, but if it’s not and I stay stuck here, at least the view is lovely and dramatic.
