I'm quite aware of the fact that I haven't blogged in 2 weeks. It's not that I haven't wanted to. I did try. There are some ideas in my head and half a blog post sitting forlorn in my drafts, and no matter how sadly it looks at me it will never see the light of day.
Who wants to hear me waxing lyrical about the real story behind this photo:
The beautiful light filtering through the trees as I walk with Teen Boy after his golf lesson, while dad plays his golf. The bittersweet light of freedom glowing straight ahead, whispering thoughts of boy golf outings, in the not to distant future, while Jazzy lingers. In a pool, or a jacuzzi. Or, wherever. Thoughts of how we feed, wash and cuddle them. Wipe dirty bums and snotty noses and kiss our fair share of sore knees better. Then suddenly they're off playing golf or going on scout holidays, and no longer need (too much) mothering.
Couldn't do it. Okay, I probably just did but be grateful, it's very condensed!
I could tell you that I've been busy- and I have been really busy - or that I've been tired. And that's true too. But the fact is I think I have a brain freeze. I fear that all my words are gone and that I will never have anything to
Maybe that's what happens when you've written 400 posts in 5 years of blogging?
I even tried reading your wonderful blogs to help me find my missing mojo but nope, it hadn't wandered over there either.
It did make me sit down and write something though.
And maybe that's what needs doing to find my missing words? Just set aside time every couple of days and see what words come forth? Or when you have an idea in your head don't put off putting it into words.... just.do.it.
Or perhaps I need to plan a few days away. Somewhere pretty where I can gaze over a beautiful harbour or a glistening sea and let the waves of inspiration wash over me.
And let it all flow out.
But then I fear my brain freeze would become a brain fart.
And that would never do!