So, I haven’t written in three weeks. I’ve started and stopped countless times but the words don’t come.  And so, stuck in the Atlanta airport with a four hour delay, I thought I’d write about not writing. 

I never wanted this to feel like a chore. I wanted to write for myself and for you  I wanted to lay something before you and let you decide what to do with it. Accepting fully that my words might be eveything or nothing to you.  I really didn’t want more than that. I could take it or leave it. I was sure of my ambivalence.   I figured I could sustain myself for a good long while like this. But the last few weeks of not writing has left this gnawing feeling.  I’m somehow letting us all down; me, you, the words.  

Here’s what I have to say to the words….

 I feel you trying to push your way to the front of the line. Nudging and poking,  begging for attention. Underdeveloped, small , weak. I see you there. I do.  I have nothing to give you. Not one single thing. I keep trying. I do. You’re dying, withering away.  I know this, but I’m helpless it seems.  If you could just hang on a little longer, hold tight to me.  I’ll save  you. I will.

And to all of you that read what I write. Thank  you for sticking with me.  I’ll get it together sooner or later. 

In the meantime, have something on your mind you want me to write? Or even better…. Want to be a guest blogger?  I would love to have you write something I can share.

PS- four hours is approaching five. Traveling is NOT glamourous. 

PSS- blogging from my phone is not easy. I suppose that means I’m old (still).  

PSSS- the picture has absolutely nothing to do with what I said but it sure is beautiful. Sunrise over Windsor from my office.