I went to bed last night full of creative thoughts. I woke up this morning with nothing to write.
Only 33 posts into my process and I’m blanking out. I had so much to say (or at least I thought), yet the mind is not working.
My morning coffee didn’t jump start me . Yeah, blame the coffee. Hours have passed, yet the page is still looking quite bare.
Now night is upon me. I’ve had several starts today. Perhaps one or two will work at some point in time…but not for tonight.
Robert Bly once said “You say to yourself, Well this poem isn’t going to be any good, but I’ll write it anyways”
Guess I’ll just sink into not having something to write about, and write to share this with you.
This is after all, my reality.
So don’t expect too much tonight. Just me in my blankness.