Here I sit, in front of a computer. My hand supporting my face while I wonder what to write. Should I Channel? I wonder for a moment, but conclude this is hardly the location for such.
A cold wind was a blowing this morning as Fall is finally starting to feel like Fall. I looked at a tree bright red, and wondered if I should take a picture. Naw, best continue walking.
A pause in writing as I continue to support my chin. Momentary thought. What should I write?
Students walk by, blue jeans. Fools in shorts. Perhaps it has warmed since morning. A gentle sun falls in the window, across the walls, across the ground. The general sound of people talking. Someone walks closer. I look up to see they do not need help. No they are just walking, hand and hand. Talking.
Everything written has been deleted. A ‘No I don’t want to say that’ kind of day. Even though I have written many things. A email. A few comments. Here I am suddenly unwilling to express myself.
The sun creeps further along the floor. The tacky carpet, everyone complains about. “I didn’t think the carpet could get any worse, but they managed it.” I really don’t mind it much.
Hmmm. What to write. I scratch my head. Pretending inspiration hasn’t struck several times, only to be rejected.
Rejected. No, I did not write about wishing I had my Oracles Cards, or what I wanted to ask.
Rejected. No, I did not write about repetitively receiving the Romance Card for years with no human Romance. Sure I’ve flirted with Fae here and there. Which is going to sound really strange without an explanation.
Rejected. No, I will not explain.