This was a pretty major fallow period, and sometimes fallow periods look like the end. But here we are. I suppose the term "fallow" itself implies some future state of fertility or some such, we should hope, for the farmer's sake.
For the writer's sake - especially the serious writer - it is create or die. The writer is usually a writer on account of some cultivated worldview, cultivated because the default worldview is somehow inadequate, or has even failed. To write is to process and refine and display that worldview back to oneself. Hopefully for the sake of better living.
Or, when you're actually falling down, it is not the time you are learning. You are feeling and experiencing, and you are subject to a series of inevitable motions, and it all happens so fast anyway. The learning comes recursively, after one is gazing back over one's mistakes.
More to come shortly.
