I have grand ideas during the day of what I will write next. Then “next” rolls around, and I am dumbstruck, as if I never had those thoughts at all. Hence, here I am writing about I don’t know what I should write about. I know it was me who had those thoughts…now where did I put them? Kind of like going into a room and not remembering why I bothered to go there. Frustrating! Always the one to try to see the upside, at least I am writing something!
I have my family and pets, and, of course, I know I will write about them in addition to work, and other goings-on, along with (hopefully) those random thoughts that are now incognito. I will save those things. I am now sitting in my bed contemplating how good it’s going to feel when I turn out the lights and close my eyes. It’s been a busy weekend and it’s only half over.
So, tonight, this is it. Just writing something in hopes that the inspiration will come. The muse would have a hard time getting through the fog tonight anyway, so I’ll try again soon!