In the Lull

I want to write something thoughtful and exhilarating, I do. But I just don't have it.

I'm in the lull.

I could write about what I'm reading, but...I'm lulled. Reading Barbara Kingsolver's The Lacuna. I gave it to my mother for her birthday last year, and she gave it back to me--couldn't get through it. Now I can't either.

You know how sometimes you just lose steam?

Yeah.