Read it and Weep

I've always heard that in order to be a writer, you must write everyday. On a day when you have no inspiration, you must write anyway. I believe it's true. The "nothing" you write may contain a kernel that can grow into something meaningful at a later date.

As the end of the school year neared, and the lazy days of summer loomed, I often "thought myself to sleep" at night by imagining how I would spend those delicious hours of freedom that lay ahead. I promised myself I would write. I pictured myself sitting by an open window with a cool breeze drifting in (we've set record high temperatures), with the summer sounds of bees buzzing and children laughing (we've had cicadas screeching) as background music for my ruminations. But, as you can see, it hasn't turned out quite as I planned.

To those of you who visit my blog, I must apologize. You'll find no creativity here today. I'm just not feelin' it. But thanks to a gentle nudge (you know who you are), at least I wrote. Day 1