Lately I have been giving an extraordinary amount of thought to the reasons behind my current writer's block. This thought may - in fact - be another method of avoiding the writing itself. There are a couple of theories that I'm leaning toward, but I don't know that I'm ready to share them all with whoever might happen upon this blog. And - since I AM the writer (pathetic as it may be for me to claim that moniker) - I can choose to share - or NOT share - whatever I please.
Having made that clear, I shall now switch subjects entirely. (Mood swing. Been having those a lot.)
Fact: Apples are tasty.
Fact: Having an unlimited supply of apples during the fall season is a lovely, lovely perk.
Fact: Having an unlimited supply of apples with a limited shelf life puts pressure on one to utilize apples at an alarming rate.
Fact: Copious amounts of baked goods - no matter how many healthy apples they contain - do nothing good for one's waistline.
[Interruption. Phone makes noise at me. Is friend Jeff, texting. Wants to chat. Agree, provided he is certain we can keep call to actual allotted time - NOT normal time, which we routinely mutually agree will be five - ten minutes, but inevitably ends up being 1 1/2 - 2 hours.]
Jeff called. He described his recent (insane) dreams to me. Mind warp.
Throat is irritating me. Forced to make tea in order to continue conversation.
Now it is late. It would clearly be irresponsible to attempt to write now. I obviously will have to sleep instead.
Tomorrow, I shall actually write. Really. No doubt about it.
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