(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.