The Newly Inspired

It’s been tough on the writing front.  For the last few weeks, I look at the blank page — or even the chock-full page — and think, “What in the world can I say here that’s interesting?”  Ugh.  But on Friday night I had a little party on the patio for my writer pals and I feel newly inspired.  It was fun to see everyone, to see “my people,” and to talk about school and books and the daily, hourly writing life.  Just taking the time to chat and commiserate and catch up with everyone was enough to spring some new energy into this writer’s brain.  As one person rightly said, “I needed to see my peeps.”  Me too.