the nothingness of november

I am behind on everything. instead of writing I keep noting down to do lists with points that say write and finish that story and finish that poem and finish that essay. on the road part four has been sitting unfinished and with a couple of different versions in my draft folder since the beginning of october. I remember I was in bosnia when I first started writing it and I thought, by the time I leave here it will be finished. I’ve been back at home for a week now and it is still there, unfinished without a future. not even the first sentence makes sense. the three month trip has worn me out. too much of everything. places, people, photos, experiences to write down. but I will get there, eventually. by the time winter truly rolls out around me I will be back with my daily musings. I just need to find my old routine and some consistency first.