I thought I needed a break from writing in order to focus and learn my new job responsilites and that it was normal that my brain felt mushy and wouldn’t talk to me because it was tired. But that was an excuse.

I wasn’t writing because  I had this plan to write Christmas stories and to share stories about the things I was doing and what I was planning for the Winter and I had NOTHING.

So then when I asked myself what the problem was, my mushy brain replied it hated my ideas and why was  I had hiding my darkness under a bushell when it is the dead of winter?

Darkness is everywhere, celebrate it my brain said.

That was the best idea I  thought.

You’re welcome my brain said.