Much Ado About Nothing

Has it ever happened to you that you want to write but find nothing to write about? You have the inspiration, you have the drive, but you sit in from of the computer ( or typewriter or for some ol’ school folks paper with pen handy ) and blank. Nada. Have lots of ideas but you can’t seem to put them on paper. And you look around, still Nada.

You analyze what happened to you today. That cut that some idiot gave you when he illegally drove through the opposite lane to get ahead of you and you just wanted to crash the car on purpose but remembered that the owner of the car has a title loan on it making it impossible to transfer it to your name, hence, being on foot for 2 weeks while he drives a rental. Then this Ms. Prissy with a brand new Solara decided to almost rear end you because you are driving on the speed limit ( imperative in La Vergne, TN ).

Or what affects you daily. The fact your man is not in love with you anymore ( or so he said ) but when you offer him alternatives won’t budge. And snoop in your e-mails and IM’s. And IM every member of your contact list threatening to do a Lorena Bobbitt on them if they ever mess with his wife. (¿?). Or the man that hits on you for sex but not looking for the world to leave his wife because he doesn’t want to hurt her, now what sense does that make? Is you is or is you ain’t?. More on men: that I have 3 men living in my home and together they don’t make one. None of them can do home repairs, clean, cook or have sex with. And the one that can do Home Repairs ( the 4th one )has issues up to the wasoo.

Or what happens seasonally. Leaves are turning colors right now. The air is turning colder and shriveling by the minute. The days are shorter; the nights are longer and colder.


I guess I have nothing to write about . . .