by Molly Jo Realy @MollyJoRealy
It’s almost 10 o’clock Saturday night, and I still have nothing for tomorrow’s blog. I was going to review “Mary Poppins”, but that’s a long movie and my daughter wasn’t up for it. So that’s something to look forward to… when she’s at school and I’m still unemployed.
I thought of “Breakfast at Tiffany’s”, but I’m saving that for later in the month. I’m also waiting for my mom to watch it first so she doesn’t read any spoilers on the blog. Nothing worse that having someone else talk about a good movie or book before you get the chance to experience it yourself!
Then I heard a great song. Landon Pigg’s “Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop” but haven’t listened to it enough to make it blog-worthy.
So here I am, Saturday night, nothing to blog about. Oh, how I wish it were Sunday.
Because tomorrow I have a great day planned, and I will find something meatier to blog about. Tomorrow we’ll go to Church, see friends, prob’ly grab a Starbucks, come home and I’m hosting Family Time. I’ve invited my mom over for lunch and a movie. With my newfound skills of couponing, I found myself the enthusiastic bearer of a $30 Best Buy rewards certificate. I went shopping on Thursday just to see what I could find. And lo and behold, there it was, waiting for me. What I’ve been trying to find for a year: A new crock pot. It’s beautiful, a burgundy-ish red. And now it’s mine.
So tomorrow I’m making my homemade cheesy potato soup and we’re going to watch “The King’s Speech”.
I’ll prob’ly do some housecleaning. With five indoor cats and property that consists more of desert than oasis, Swiffer dusters are miracle workers.
If I had something to blog about, if I could make the perfect day and write it out… well then. This blinking cursor wouldn’t be condemning me, would it?
Enough. Be gone with you!, I say.
Take your condemnation away.
I ponder still, and look about
But still have nothing to write out.
And so I bid you great adieu
Until tomorrow’s day is through
Then once again I’ll start to type
And maybe that time, I’ll get it right.
Farewell to thee, o blinking line
Your nightmare shall not be mine
For Writer’s Block lives not ’round here
When inspiration doth appear.
Good night I say, yet, once again
And say it firmly, now. THE END.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!