Thanks for coming down my road for a visit. I'm having a day off, and finally putting something on this blog. I signed up for this ages ago, and yet have not posted a thing until now. This is the story of my life--yearn for time to write, and yet find myself unable to put a word on the page when I have the opportunity. I think this will be a blog that benefits the writer and probably will find no readers. That will be a step taken, at least. If writing is therapy, I think it's time I tried it.
It's a quiet day on my road. The snow is still white and even all around. Three deer picked their way through the woods behind the house a little bit ago. The injured doe, the one that limps around the yard sometimes, was not among them. I wonder what's happened to her?
I'm feeling fairly roundly rejected today. I've tried to reach out to someone again, and I'm waiting for a response. I don't really expect one. Reaching out hasn't been very successful in the past. I suppose I should give up, but I keep sending lame messages trying to break through. It's probably just upsetting things more. I'm upset, anyway. I feel like an idiot.
I'll just have to forget about it. I just won't expect anything to happen, and if it does, I'll be pleasantly surprised. I have friends to enjoy for comfort. We're going to a wine tasting tonight. Good company for a good evening. And here ends my first blog. Thanks for reading.
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