Monday, noon-ish, Valentine’s Day

I have writer’s block. 

I don’t know how many times I’ve approached the computer meaning to sit down and blog, and instead of turning to WordPress I’ve gone to FaceBook (oh, the shame!) and played online computer games.  Not gambling games — just solitaire — and I guess that has something to say about my frame of mind.  Solitaire.

I don’t know what precipitated this vacuum I’m in and I hope by forcing myself to sit here and do this little bit I will get past it.

It’s like I don’t have an original thought in my head.  All that comes is inane crap that I certainly don’t want to be bothered writing down. 

I really want to figure out why I’ve stopped thinking.  And, therefore, stopped writing.

I started a writing group at my school for kids who want to come out and learn what writing is all about.  Wanted to share with them the fun that writing can be, the sense of freedom it can bring, the pure joy and exhiliration of putting words down on paper and knowing that they are YOUR words. 

Do you know how hard it is to speak of the joy and satisifaction of writing when you’re not feeling it?  Talk about feeling like a hypocrite! 

Anyway. . .

I guess that’s it.

Something in the air — View from the side’s weekend challenge for Jan. 14th 2011

The following was supposed to be my entry in last weekend’s challenge.  I got de-railed and now that I’ve come back to this I don’t know how to finish it.  I think it was a good start to something, though.  Anyone want to have a go at it?  Maybe we can tag-team a story out of it?  Could be fun.  Thanks.



“It’s a little up in the air right now,”  she said, with a hint of Mona Lisa smile.

He gave her a puzzled look, but said nothing.  He was trying to be cool, didn’t want to lose it.  She wasn’t making it easy.

With deliberate slowness she extended her hand — fine-boned, with long, tapered fingers ending in perfectly rounded, pale pink-polished nails — turned it palm up and held it out before him.   She tilted her head as she did this and he had the feeling that he was somehow being reprimanded, though to this point he had behaved with nothing but the utmost calm and courtesy.