I have not been a good Internet friend recently. Two nights in a row, now, I have sat here with a blank screen staring me in the face, looking in vain for inspiration to start typing. Nothing happened. I think the problem is at least partly related to the fact that I want to write quite a bit about my fishing trip, but I haven’t had the available block of time it’s going to take to mash out a couple of no doubt lengthy entries about my angling adventures; unable to write about my preferred subject, my mind is rebelling and refusing to be distracted from its intended authorial purpose. In this way, I am the literary equivalent of a two-year old child having a screaming fit because somebody switched off the cartoons. Anyway, fear not, I have not abandoned the blog except temporarily; I will write something tomorrow about the fishing trip and no longer will there be any excuse for failure to tippy-tap.
Worse than my failure to blather here, though, is my inability to find anything to say that I feel is worthwhile while reading the work of others. Mike is a wonder of consistency; every day, without fail, he finds some reflection or insight worth setting out on his site. I have been continuing to read about his exploits, but for the most part, haven’t even felt the sparkle of inspiration to even come up with a worthwhile comment.
Dog days of summer indeed.