In The Raw Wind Of The World ...

I walk upstairs and sit at the desk in my eyrie at the top of the house.
Early morning with a glorious sunrise.
Time to write my blog post for this week.
A blank screen.
A blank mind.
Nothing.
No inspiration.
No ideas.
No words.
Writer's block.

"Writing about writer's block is better than writing nothing at all." ~ Charles Bukowski 

I could tell you that I have been reading, a lot - including young adult fiction.
Bought very cheaply in a library sale.
And that it was very enjoyable.
But I can't find the words.

 

I could tell you that I have been photographing birds through the window.
Jenny Wren and Robin.
Hopping in and out of the plants looking for insects and eating from the cocoanut.
But I can't find the words.

I could tell you that the snowdrops are in flower; pure white in their innocence and beauty.
Bravely pushing through the cold wet  soil.
But this poem says it better than I could.

I could mention that January has flown by so fast and that spring is just around the corner and the garden will soon be filled with all manner of daffodils.
But you know that already.

Picture from 2015

 



I could tell you about the cat and the crows up in the pine tree.
And how the crows refused to budge and were making an unholy row.
Taunting the cat.
And the cat finally gave up, defeated and struggled back down the tree.
And the crows were victorious - cark, cark, cark they called.
But you probably don't want to hear about that.

Or maybe I could tell you about a beautiful book that I found that I hope will inspire me to take up baking again, after I lost confidence in my baking abilities - so I can have friends round for afternoon tea, which would be lovely.
But, maybe I won't.

So, you see I'm stuck.  Words evade me.  The strong winds of winter have blown them out of my mind.
Writer's block is a terrible thing - maybe I'll find something to write about next week!

Elaine

"When words don't come easy, I make do with silence and find something in nothing." ~ Strider Marcus Jones