I look at the screen which presents me a blank page waiting. Full of possibility. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
Instead of fingers drumming on the computer keys, typing out big ideas, my fingers sit and drum the desk...while the paper screen simply waits.
I can do this. I said I was going to do this. I always do what I say...or attempt it at a bare minimum. I. Can. Do. This.
I take a drink from my bright red mug now half full of rich brown coffee. It's getting cold. I don't mind. If I'll drink iced coffee, what diff does it make if it's no longer piping hot? Waste not, want not.
I rub my hands together, like a piano player warming up for the playing of the first few notes. I sigh. I stop. Okay, progress...now I'm letting my fingers drum rapidly on the keys just to hear the plastic sound they make as if it might kick start my typing actual thoughts worth reading.
I look over at Fiona laying sprawled out on the floor and am struck once again that dogs do not allow angst into their lives. Well, maybe if a chipmunk is outside the door taunting them and they can't get out fast enough to attempt its death. Otherwise, no angst.
And I think that's how I'm feeling while I'm staring at this blank page, like it's a post chipmunk just taunting me. Because I. Got. Nothing.
The grandfather clock ticks...when it's the sound I can hear the loudest, it's truly empty in my head. More rapid drumming on the keys... now Rory is here stretched out quietly. Argyle goes sprinting by at a sound somewhere else in the house. In constant motion and exploration, this dog not yet a year old, finds every thing to do with nothing.
But I can't find one good thing to do with a blank piece of paper today. The phone rings; a momentary reprieve!!!
Damn, short conversation means I'm back at it again. More drumming on the keys. I spell-check a word, it comes up nothing....what? Sigh...get out the Webster's. I'm struck yet again at how many words are not in spell check and so don't get exercised. I worry we'll lose our rich and deep language as we go. Okay, now you're just chasing your tail; get back on point.
Laundry waits; the bed needs to be made; powder room needs a wipe-down. Dinner needs to be decided. Meatloaf or chicken? What are you going to post today?!
Come on, is it going to rain or not?! Do I have everything I need to make meatloaf? Meatloaf it is, then.
Obviously, I can do this...maybe tomorrow.
Namaste' Till Next,
Holly aka The Non-Blogger