I used to write all the time, and have even had some good luck in writing. Then, as the spring of my writing turned to summer, and then to fall, the winter came and I fell away from that task of labor and love that I have always had. Maybe I was tired or just lost in the world around me, but I never did pick it back up. That is, until now. I am hoping that I can find that creative spark again. Perhaps it isn't as dead as I fear, but only dormant inside me. Only time will tell.