Day Two Hundred Seventy Nine: In a Fog

When I think about things the words just flow in my head. When I am talking to friends, words just flow out of my mouth like crazy. When I sit down to write, there is nothing. Except of course, occasionally here, because I am just babbling to myself not expecting to say anything either. 


I have great ideas for speechifying when I am nowhere near giving one. But when I sit down to write one, I become dead in the head. 


From here on, I vow to write only to myself. Perhaps I will listen.

Wednesday, October 6: Photo I took in the wee hours.