Sometimes I wonder if I ever really took on writing seriously, how I would fare. Blogging is a big enough challenge, getting the words right amidst the day to day interruptions of life. Just a few minutes ago, I was working on something close to the heart, the words slowly finding their way, when my son announced “the dog has peed on the floor.” Now where do you go from there with a thought that evaporates in a moment of frustration.
There are times I think if I could only get away I could write and write. Maybe then, the stillness would bring so many words they would tangle themselves up in knots. Maybe I would be so unaccustomed to such quiet that I would find myself relishing the moment rather than writing a single word.
The last few days have been filled with so many words and yet I find myself unable to get them from where they now sit, to where they are written on a page. My sleep has been up and down and the time available for me to write, limited. A bored child and a naughty dog certainly add to the mix.
So another summers day waits and so must any writing I might hope to accomplish. Perhaps one day I will put it all together and churn out something great. The lake calls and away we will go. Tonight, should the stars favor me, I can perhaps find some time for pen and paper.