Friday, May 28, 2010

Magical moment 113, "Brain Storm"

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 patriotism and pride! It’s Memorial Day…weekend. Hmmm. Maybe that idea is best saved for Monday. Good things tend to hit me when I run, which I didn’t do today. I had a great gig for this weekend, but it got canceled.

I’ve been thinking lately that working mostly from home in addition to being a total anti-social, homebody is the formula for cabin fever, sweat pants, t-shirts, and regularly watching Oprah. Now I love Oprah and being comfy as much as the next gal, but I started thinking that maybe I'm in a rut.
Luckily, I have an attentive husband who asked me on a date last night. We went to dinner and a movie, not the most original date, but at least I did my hair and wore heels. And at least I have a husband who cares enough to notice when I need a night out. Not only that, but would sit through a chick flick with me. Magical? Maybe not to you. But it was certainly the first thing that came to my mind today when I read my blog description for inspiration,

I will choose one moment a day of beauty, joy, and emotion to write about. I am making a conscience choice to focus on these kinds of moments throughout the day as opposed to moments of self pity and anger.”

Mission for today? Accomplished.