Words escape me

Sometimes words escape me. I seem to be suffering a bit of a writter's block. I have been really bad about not updating this blog I know. I guess it's partly because I want to give readers something worth reading. I have had a few ideas kind of rolling around in my head and thought today is the day I will hash out the ideas and get it down on paper...WRONG. SO I thought I would just write about having writter's block. :D 

I have been busy making greeting cards for my grandma for Chirstmas (She doesn't have internet so I don't have to worry about her seeing this.) I also have apainting in the works. I feel like I have way too many creative outlets. Is that even possible? I like to write, paint, play music, but I feel like I go in waves. I go in waves I guess sometimes focusing on writing while other times I focus on art and music. I wish I could be more balanced with it, like do a little bit each day. Or prehaps I'm just overthinking it and I need to just go with the flow? 

I had better get off here, but I will leave you with a poem I wrote today:

Autumn leaves

By Beth B. Monk

The leaves are changing,

The Autumn wind teases the trees,

and swirls leaves to the ground.

The old North wind is settling in 

for an exstended stay.

The Apples have rippend,

Mum flowers are in bloom.

As winter slowly starts to creep in.

Yes there's a change in the air. 

Signing off,

Beth B. Monk