I'm about to give up on writing this blog. Well, at least for tonight. No matter what I write down, it just doesn't seem to be worth sharing. Or the thought behind it hasn't "jelled" (or is it "gelled"?) Sometimes you just want everything that flows from your thoughts to your fingers to the keyboard or pen & paper to be golden. Well, surprise, it isn't always. Sometimes your muse has left the building. Sometimes the muse is busy doing other things...like telling the dogs to stop barking at the darkness outside. Sometimes a car alarm goes off and, well, you get the picture.
Well, that's when you begin to wonder if it will ever happen again. Will inspiration ever return? Will you write anything worth a hoot? Who wants to read your thoughts and musings anyway? Okay, it really isn't that much of a crisis. Days come and days goes. Some have magical properties that ignite the flames of creativity. Other days just remind you to do the laundry. That's called life I guess.
So here you have it. Today's thoughts and musings about...about...well, about nothing really. I know it is just temporary. There are blogs and stories and thoughts and musings just waiting to percolate up and out like coffee into a cup. It will taste so good with just a dash of creamer. Mmmm.
Until then, I continue my resolve not to give up. If nothing else, there is a sense of accomplishment in maintaining my commitment herein. Even if it is nothing more than a writer's lament. This too shall pass. LOL
Well, that's when you begin to wonder if it will ever happen again. Will inspiration ever return? Will you write anything worth a hoot? Who wants to read your thoughts and musings anyway? Okay, it really isn't that much of a crisis. Days come and days goes. Some have magical properties that ignite the flames of creativity. Other days just remind you to do the laundry. That's called life I guess.
So here you have it. Today's thoughts and musings about...about...well, about nothing really. I know it is just temporary. There are blogs and stories and thoughts and musings just waiting to percolate up and out like coffee into a cup. It will taste so good with just a dash of creamer. Mmmm.
Until then, I continue my resolve not to give up. If nothing else, there is a sense of accomplishment in maintaining my commitment herein. Even if it is nothing more than a writer's lament. This too shall pass. LOL
I'm not feeling myself tonight and the muse is nowhere to be found.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, German writer and author of the Faust books
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, German writer and author of the Faust books
