Nothing – or something?

I’ve got nothing.

For the last few weeks, every time I sit down to write a post, my mind goes blank. As white as the screen at which I’m staring.

For the last few weeks, every time I sit down to work on revisions, my mind goes blank. As white as the pages I’d hoped to fill.

I’ve got nothing.

When my husband asks what I’m thinking, I say, “Nothing.”

And it’s true.

I’ve got nothing.

I sit and stare into space as seconds become minutes become hours become days. Not a thought flickers in my mind as I watch dust bunnies frolic in the sun streaming through my window. Everything I want to say, all the stories I want to tell, all the characters I want to bring to life – they yell and scream and clamor for attention, but all I hear is the dull insect drone of a thousand voices talking at once, and even that finally fades away into silence.

And I’ve got nothing.

I’ve got nothing but hopes and dreams and an ever-growing to-do list. I’ve got nothing but a sense of time wasted and a never-ending headache from all the things I’ve left undone. I’ve got nothing but apologies for my family and my readers and my friends.

I want to have it all.

But instead, I’ve got nothing.

Something tells me I will never have it all, despite what I see on TV every day. Something tells me it’s not possible to have it all, despite what I see on TV every day. Something tells me I’ll stop wanting to have it all, because of what I see on TV every day.

So instead, I’ll focus on having something instead of nothing. Because what I’ve got is plenty. And this zombie state will pass. Eventually.

Right?

Right.

But until it does, the posts here may be few and far between. Don’t worry, though – I’ll be back soon. I love blogging too much to let this place go quietly into the dark of night, especially when the light of day is so warm and inviting. 🙂

In the meantime, how have you been lately? Tell me about everything going on with you – I may not have much to say, but I’ve got plenty of time for listening!

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The Wind in the Willows

The wind in the willows
Sings me to sleep,
A lullaby sung in
The key of my dreams.

The wind in the willows
Whispers so sweet,
Of love and of hope
And of things that I need.

But the wind in the willows
Is only a dream.
Nothing more, nothing less,
Not at all what it seems.

Yet the wind in the willows
Still beckons to me,
And though I know it’s not real,
It’s a call I must heed,

For the wind in the willows
Sings only to me,
A lullaby tune
Like a soft summer breeze.

The wind in the willows
Will bless me with peace,
And I’ll live forever
In the land of sweet dreams.

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Silver Lips

The great sky god bends
Down from his lofty home to
Kiss his earth-bound love

With silver lips, to
Rouse her from another long
Sleep, smiling as she

Blooms before him. Glad
To see her sky-bound husband
Happy once again,

She clothes herself in
Finest flowers and they dance
Off into the night.

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