She typed a title and just as quickly deleted it. She typed out a full paragraph and deleted that as well. She got up and walked the length of the large room with the very high ceilings she couldn’t live without. Nothing. Not a thing on her mind worth saying…
Maybe going for a walk would help. She gazed up at the stars… she stopped and stood still to listen to the traffic in the distance… no, nothing there to write about. Just random thought and no article to be found there. Finally she was back home. Dinner was the next order of business; and when that was done and dishes washed and put away, still no connected thought rose to the occasion.
She could make a beautiful meal. She could keep order in her home. She could yawn and ache for sleep. But she could not come up with even two decent sentences to string together.
“Maybe,” she thought, “I should just sit down and write.” But again, she deleted everything that found its way onto the page. Too tired. Too much in need of sleep. And worse than these, nothing to say… at all. Bed. Sleep.
So tonight, she will graciously say nothing at all!
May you be filled with love and and the energy to share it.
Best… Carolyn Thomas Temple