When Your Mind Draws A Big Fat Blank...

I had all these amazing things that I thought I would write about today. True confessions of my youth. Things that irritate me. Why humidity should be outlawed. What I like to do in my spare time. The many thousands of ideas I have about various books I want to write. Why I love living in the country. What it's like being in a long term relationship. How my divorce affected everyone around me. Why I have a cramp in my butt. How I can't stand to wait, not even in Disney Land. Why starting over in a journal is such a big damn drag.

As I sat down to begin my very first post in my oh so very new journal I simply drew a blank.

"Oh Dooooh" is what my brain said to me -- I could actually hear it.

And then nothing -- all if these wonderful topics I could have pontificated upon -- and yes I did say pontificate. I could have gone on for hours and hours about a myriad of subjects, for hours.

However, that's not what's happening.

Not at all.

The words just aren't coming tonight. I sort of feel like those middle aged men with the erectile dysfunction issues -- but I don't think they make Viagra for the mind. Do they?

And as the journal is titled -- it's just words on page.

That's all.