hiatus

It has been a while since I have visited this neighborhood. I am not writer enough to attribute it to writer's block. The mind is still active and constantly cooks up topics and my position on the same, for a blog meal. Then what is it that prevents me from penning, or digitizing for that matter, a few words?

A steamy affair with my work(especially in August)? A disdain for the world? Sheer laziness?

I am at my wits' end, but I am sure a visit to a shrink might shine some light on my left cerebrum and I can very well imagine (s)he joyfully announcing 'Aha, you are not motivated enough! I suggest you promise yourself a reward for every blog your write!'.

What ever happened to the sheer love of writing? Where did that disappear? Or is it dormant waiting for the right motivation? I mean, the right reward.