No Post Today

 

        I put the best of Rod Stewart on the sound system, filled my wine glass and took a seat by the front window.  Despite the rain, dog walkers made their way along the road.  I fiddled with my pen, trying to think of something to write about.  After several minutes I went into the den and picked out a book at random, thinking it might spark my creativity.

        The book was, The Undertaking, life studies from the dismal trade, by Thomas Lynch.  Not really an upper, but I flipped it open and just read whatever I came to first.

“…being a dead saint is no more worthwhile
 than being a dead philodendron or a dead
angelfish.”

        What sparked in me was that none of this book was going to excite me into anything blog-worthy.  I closed it and selected another. This book was small, drab green in color and feeling.  It was entitled, Standard English Classics – Selections from Poe.  After flipping through several pages, with attempts to spark some sort of inspiration, I gave up.  This book had outlived its usefulness and now seemed to be a waste of space in my bookcase.   I could see a garage sale in it’s future.

        I went back to my chair and again looked out at the rain.  Rod Stewart had stopped singing and now just the sound of the rain could be heard.  Maybe today was not for writing but just quietly sipping my wine and listening to life outside.

        I'll try a different pen tomorrow.