It is a stark sunny and blue sky day in Southwest Florida, with such low humidity it feels cold to those of us who are used to constant humidity keeping us cloaked in a veil of warmth.
I don’t want to write today.
I guess I’m daring to be human to say this. It is Day 45 of my project, and the year stretches out before me and I think, GAH, what have I gotten myself into?
When I decided to write this blog post about not wanting to write, I caught a glimpse of a bird high in the sky riding the currents, but then he disappeared. That was one of my images this week, one I tried to cling to even when things didn’t go quite right. Even when adults who should know better couldn’t say what was really on their mind.
I finished another young adult novel today. This one was quite good. I found it on Time magazine’s list of best 100 YA books. It’s called Where Things Come Back by John Corey Whaley. It takes place in Arkansas and involves a clever first person narrative, coupled with a missing brother and a mysterious woodpecker. It caused me to think a lot about what it means to lose a brother. The book gave me some new perspectives to look at I had never considered before. Like when your brother goes a little piece of you goes, too, because siblings are our past, present, and future. Couldn’t have said it better myself.
And perhaps that is really all I have to say.