Yep, I'm only calling this one Day 25 because I honestly don't have a better title. I had a feeling it was going to come sooner or later during this month-long posting marathon, but today I find I've hit the wall. I've nearly spent an hour now wandering around trying to think of what I'm going to write about and nothing is there. I had a few moments when half an idea showed up and I sat down by the keyboard to see where it would go, and I couldn't even get a coherent opening line started. I literally -- and I'm using that word correctly here -- tried eight or nine different topics and/or opening lines before finally admitting that today would be the day I only rode my bike to the end of the driveway and back because the six inches of snow on the ground was in the way.
I've got enough topics lined up to finish the rest of the month but none of them felt right for today. Or some are too significant for me to spend the Saturday of a holiday weekend working on because I know hardly anyone will see them, and I feel they deserve a shot at a wider audience.
But it does remind me of something that has been right in my face all month: Writing is HARD WORK. And that hard work is exactly what how I plan to spend a great deal of my actual summer vacation this year. Days like this one when the well is dryer than usual make me wonder why.
I feel like I should tell a joke or something at least, but I don't even have one of those. Oh well. Coming back stronger tomorrow....
