I’ve spent the past 2 hours trying to come up with some inspiration for writing after B, my brother, rightfully called me out for my short posts of late. The thing is, nothing has come to mind. I’ve perused old works and attempted to start new ones. I’ve read some of my favorite poems, skimmed 3 different newspapers, and listened to the kind of music that normally have me itching to put pen to paper. Today, though? No dice. That’s the nature of this though — some days it’s not about writing something brilliant; it’s just about writing something.
So, sorry B. With a good night’s sleep behind me, and a rousing morning jog, I’m hopeful that tomorrow I’ll have something brilliant to say. Wish me luck.
Day 105: April 18, 2017