(45) I Don’t Want to Write Today

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.

Oh well.

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.


2 thoughts on “(45) I Don’t Want to Write Today

  1. the old 60’s songs, Dusty singing, wear your hair just for him. Davy Jones singing, I wanna be free. It’s hard to believe that once (and in OUR lifetime yet!) the female person was supposed to be so understanding and saintly-pleasing in relationships, at her own expense. I prefer Bonnie Raitt singing, I love you, I’ll miss you, but let me have one more night to remember you. I Can’t Make You Love Me. one of my favorite songs of all times, not just for the musical forlorn beauty, but for lyrics’ message of letting go instead of trying to hold on to what’s not gonna happen.



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