I had a really long conversation with a friend tonight. He made me cry over the image of a solitary green mitten in the snowy sunset. It's okay if you don't understand; mittens shouldn't make people cry, I know this. He inspired me to write the images I see, rather than trying to force them into a story. It was basically exactly what I needed to hear.
Because I've stopped writing. I'm sorry; I'm a delinquent blogger. But for some time, I've just felt uninspired, and really pressured by myself to write about every call and every word.
That's not a fair expectation for me to have of myself. I should seriously stop that.
So I promise you this: when I feel inspired to write, I will write. And when nothing is coming to me, I won't try to muddle through flat words to bring you inspired thoughts.
And eventually, I'll tell you about the screaming bridge.
Take care out there,