Where is my Muse?
I’m ashamed to say that I am without a story to share here today.
Nor do I have any research projects in process so I don’t have any little tidbits of information to toss into the blog.
I’m not feeling sad or snarky or silly, so there’s no blog post to be plumbed from those emotions.
Instead, I have blogger’s block, a specific kind of writer’s block wherein a personal blogger, such a meself, has the photo and the time to write about it, but can’t find the inspiration, the catalyst, the spark one needs to create the blog post.
There is no flapdoodle. There is no twaddle.
And I am bereft.
I place the blame for this unusual blogging situation squarely on the shoulders of Muse who has scampered off, probably to play on the swings in the park.
I’m sure you, my gentle readers, understand this situation. Muse is, after all, a flighty thing. 😉