Dormant

That's one of those words that just doesn't look right - dormant - but it is not a feeling that is so good either. Writerly things have been stalled temporarily, but I am trying to wind them up like a cheap organ grinder. Maybe not the best metaphor, but it's better than trying to start a diesel engine at 40 below.
I wonder if Vonnegut had days, weeks, years like this?
Onward. The machine begins again.
Meanwhile, here is a picture of a chicken. (from my illustration website)
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