Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and before I fall back to sleep, I write brilliant blog posts in my head. Of course by the morning I have forgotten them except maybe just a bit here and there, but never enough to reconstruct the post. And of course I'm too lazy to actually keep a pad of paper and a pen by the bed to record these words of wisdom in the wee hours of the morning.
Sometimes I get an inspiration for a blog post when I'm walking Koda and again map it out and write it in my head when I'm walking him, but that too fades away the closer I get to home. Lately the posts I would write when walking Koda are rants about people who refuse to obey the leash laws and let their dogs run free in the park and me having to skirt around them so they don't encounter Koda, who definitely is not dog friendly (but always people friendly).
Sometimes I'll get a thought or an idea based on something going on in our lives or a picture I see and that inspires a post.
But this post is none of them.
I'm dry. Empty. Devoid of ideas on what to write about.
Its been three weeks since my last post. I got nothing. No words of wisdom. No humor. No cute antidotes.
I got almost all my A/Z posts written, only got 4 more to write. I'm revealing my theme March 21st. Its a cute one, a simple one, and involves pictures and not words so easy to comment on if one wants to comment on them.
I'm keeping up with everything else on my plate. Planning and orchestrating the curriculum for the 3 and 4 year olds at church, a weekly Bible story, a weekly craft. Got the theme going for the next few weeks leading up to Easter, just got to put it all together, but got lots planned.
Working overtime when it comes available and increasing my line count pretty consistently daily (I get paid production). Learning all sort of short cuts to be more productive.
Amazed it has been 3 years since Koda got diagnosed with cancer (lymphoma) (February 2011) and he's been in remission since August 2011. The vet said 1-2 years; we are on borrowed time, but I'm thankful for it. If it recurs, we won't treat again, he's older, slower. It was right when he was six, not as right at nine.
I still have nothing. I need inspiration on what to write.
Thank you all for prayers for my friend. They did decide to pursue more treatment despite their original thoughts/plans. Their family pushed them to continue on with treatment, wanting all the time they can have together. I got to respect that. I'm not sure what I would do under the same circumstances.
Tomorrow is March 1st. Where has this year gone? The man child turns 25 on Tuesday. How did that happen?
If you have any, send some inspiration my way on what to write. Otherwise, I'll see you come March 21st with my A/Z theme unrevealing.
In the meantime, be safe out there. Its a jungle.