Anybody else have a lack of motivation?

It’s been a long time since I have put pen to paper, though really it was pencil and rubber to paper. Creating and flowing with a story, then to stop and reread what was written, with adjustments at the ready.

To loose oneself in the passage of time, of the imagination, of the possibility of what may happen in a different time, a different place.

What freedom was created in rough drafts, eager to await the response of the reader. Did it capture their hearts, did it move them in their emotions?

It was my passion, and through the moving hands of the clock of time, safely tucked away in a corner of my heart....

Time now, to awaken that passion and see where it may begin its story.