Is there anything more terrifying to a writer than staring at a blank, white page with an equally blank mind? That’s how I’ve been feeling lately, not just with my blog, but also with the articles I write for an internet company that recently hired me as a freelance writer. Despite my endless thoughts about music and the military, writing a daily article about each topic is not as easy as it may seem. And my blog? It appears that after one hundred and eleven days, I’ve run out of happy things to write about. So today, you’ll bear witness to the brain storming process. Let’s see. Magical Moments. Inspirational thoughts. Nostalgic memories. Happy things. Rain drops on roses, whiskers on kittens. None of those really do it for me. Bright copper kettles? Ugh, cooking. I often stare out my window waiting for inspiration. I’ve written about too many birds. The wind. The trees. Heard it. Been there, done that. Wait! Across the street, a FLAG waiving in the breeze displaying gallant patrioti