I am usually so full of words, of stories, of tails to tell…. Until challenged to plot them every day for 30 days. Suddenly the words I have don’t seem to be worth printing.
The stories of the day won’t even come out for my own journal, let alone for a blog.
As I sit and stare at the blank pages, the colored pens, I wonder where the words are.
Those words that can usually be found swimming through my head so quickly that I have trouble catching them. Darting to and fro like a school of fish out maneuvering a predator.
But no worries. I am sure the predator will catch them tomorrow!