It’s a dreary day here and I am sitting at my computer trying to write. I say trying because I have no clue what to write about today. Which I find interesting because I just completed sixty-one days, yes 61 days, of writing. March brought the daily slice of life challenge, and April had me writing a poem a day. My choice of course, and I loved every minute of it. I rarely had writers block, almost always finding something to slice or “poet’ about. So today with the freedom to write a small moment I find myself stuck.
Is my brain fried? Have I led some boring existence? Is this another side effect of the pandemic? The answer is a resounding no on all fronts, it’s just one of those days.
Yet it ties me to many of my students who claim they can’t write. The ones we sit with and guide into searching their brains, their writing notebooks, their afterschool plans to help jog their minds for topics. So we tell them to just keep their pens going.
That’s me today – keeping my fingers flying on the keyboard with no message, no little chuckle of a story to offer, no cute grandbabies to smile about. For today, I am simply keeping my fingers flying. And for today, that feels just fine.
I am joining the writing community over at Two Writing Teachers today and every Tuesday with a little slice of life story. Please consider joining in the writing fun!