For the last two days I have been struggling to write blog entries. In all the tine I have been blogging,I have never experienced this before.
With nothing new to build on, I went to my cache of ideas that I always keep adding to and developing. I found that they all required introspection and for no identifiable reason, I just didn’t have it in me. Normally I can dig deep and put it all out there, but so far this week my blog quarry was boarded up and locked tight. After several attempts to scale the fence, it was time for another source of material.
Since going deep wasn’t an option I decided to go light and easy. I had nothing short and sweet in reserve and attempted to get something going. My head began to feel like one of those money booths, with thoughts flying around and a mini version of me was in there trying to grab a something I could work with. I’d catch one and look at it, turn it over, shake it a bit, realize it was nothing and release it. Sometimes I would grab it again and repeat the process, only to discover I was right the first time, there was nothing there, and let it go once more. I finally came out of the booth, empty-handed and frustrated, my hair looking like Medusa.
This morning things are getting back to normal. A stink bug landed on my neck last night when we turned the lights out after we got into bed. I flung if off me not knowing yet what it was and found out they really do stink. The hand typing this has been scrubbed raw and still I smell it. If that’s not a blog idea, I don’t know what us.
I also hear the quarry of my mind, it’s back open for business. I’m ready again to get down deep in there and bring you something back. I just have to figure out how to get this hard hat on my head. You see, my hair still looks a fright. Minus the snakes of course. And the stink bug.
