Winter Cold Moon
I guess it was inevitable. After all the psychic work over the last few weeks, the last year, I’m beginning to head into a heavy place. Low energy. There is, too, the cabin fever syndrome. Not out much. Staying down here in the basement, reading, translating. Working. Then working out. Sleep. Get up. Repeat.
Don’t know how long this will last, though I do know enough about these moods to know that they usually precede a creative period. It may be that my work on the Edda’s, on thinking about the next revision of Missing, plotting for Loki’s Children; it may just be that all that has to go into the pot and cook awhile. Meanwhile I’m on emotional simmer.