The first step towards getting somewhere is to decide that you are not going to stay where you are. ~ John Pierpont Morgan
I heard the familiar thump and headed to the window. Sitting on the patio was one of my favorite birds, the Yellow-rumped Warbler. I stepped outside and approached the bird, expecting him to fly away, but he was still. His eyes moved in a slow and dazed manner as he tried to recover from his run in with our kitchen bay window.
Most birds do not have the ability to reason or comprehend the concept of reflection. He saw his reflection as a rival in his territory and attempted to drive the other bird away. For over an hour, he sat with a blank stare. Even when I placed some seed in front of him, he never moved.
In the days that have passed since I met the NaNoWriMo challenge, like the injured bird, I’ve felt dazed and confused. I haven’t opened my WIP and honestly, I haven’t had the desire to write anything. How can I call myself a writer when I don’t want to write?
Instead of writing, I’ve kept myself busy with the typical holiday preparations. The decorations are up and Christmas cards mailed. The shopping done and the last present wrapped. There’s time to write, but the desire is absent.
The question of why I’m not writing has consumed my mind. I have no answers. I do believe once the holiday season has passed, like the injured bird, I’ll choose to fly because I recognize my reflection and I am a writer.