Let me tell you something about hobbies: I’ve spent more money buying books I may never read, yarn and art supplies I may never use, hair products and weight loss stuff I definitely won’t follow, and more notebooks I may never use because one can only write that much. This year made me realize that I need to change. My love for reading and art is eminent. I just need to overcome the art block which has haunted me for over three years. My mind is still imaginative and colorful. My soul is always holding well-sharpened graphite or charcoal sticks or colored pencils or my latest new book waiting on my physical hand to start drawing or open a page and take us on an adventure in another writer’s mind. I need to prioritize time for reading or painting. I have made only two scarves this year which is better than nothing. Now all I need is a good series to binge and use that basket of yarn I have hoarded. Somehow, I can’t bring myself to write poems anymore. It’s not plain writer’s block. I feel like that part of me stood up and left a long time ago. Trust me, I’ve tried. All I’m holding on to is the page. I have no words left. I’m a dead poet. Damn.
Happy New Year
~Evelyn Nec
