Looking Around

A month goes by... again

Seems like there was something I wanted to mention here, good thing my life is not at stake. What is it with a blank page? A ton... ok, maybe they were not all that weighty, there were a lot of them, though... of thoughts have danced in my head over the last month. I did not jot them down, you know, they were so good I would simply remember them immediately when the time came. I am guessing that this is not the time. Oh yes, I know, get a notebook, or keep a tape (digital) recorder handy at all times... I do. The issue is now in going off and finding the recorder and notebook- it is in the way all things lazy and whining... downstairs. Oh my!

Ok, I could go down there if I really wanted and thought the ideas were all that... but they aren't. That is the main problem... they just aren't. Oh yeah, I should let you make that judgement. My filter is all clouded with self-judgements and old put downs, and, maybe, one day I will just get them... but I should remember them, (please inject here an expletive of appropriate age and level of euphemistic need). But, there goes the train of thought into the stream of consciousness up to the roof.

And, now, I am stuck, again. Is this a common writer's thing? Getting stuck? I am thinking it is. In some ways, it is the end of winter settling in with the blahs. The seeds are germinating. Here in Atlanta, the bulbs are all daffodilling out of the ground. Robins are moving through in large swarms (or whatever they are called- gaggles are geese, etc.). I am thinking the world will start moving and shifting soon. The urge to shovel dirt and get seeds in the ground is building. Maybe I can link some of this to writing or reviewing and stuff. Or not. I do sense the building of energy toward a shift of some sort- spring and new beginnings is near. Now, to remember what those Resolutions were.