The blogger

Sometimes we just don’t know what to say. We have a stack of paper on our desk, our pencils are sharp and we’re holding our tongue just right. Finally, we get an idea, and the words begin to flow. Our imagination begins to unwind and before we know it, hours have passed by and our pencil feels like a five pound weight. It gets heavier and heavier, but we are still focused on the story as we try to keep up with an imagination that just won’t stop. Perhaps we get a little goofy or cynical as our imaginations get sidetracked. Perhaps it’s an opportunity to vent or tell how we really feel about something, or someone. Maybe it’s a journal so private that we won’t let anyone read it, or maybe it’s for my blog when I have nothing else to say.