Capricorn Tales

I promise this is not another lackadaisical post where I just write a few sentences, post a picture I took randomly somewhere at some time and then hand off the baton to the next day.  This is a post about how I actually surprise myself sometimes.  I love poetry and I love reading books and most of all, I love writing both, but I often get down on myself for not being able to come up with a good blog post...   I wrote this blog, under 'Shellymarie's Thoughts' (my first attempt at blogging), six and a half years ago.  It's clear that I wasn't just writing to meet a challenge, I was sharing a part of me that doesn't see the light of day often enough, and should.   This may not be the most fascinating post you read, but for me it is a journey back into my brain when I just sat down at the keyboard, didn't care what someone thought about my writing, or what I was thinking, and just shared a random thought that crossed my mind thanks to a book...

  Well, yesterday was a fascinating journey down a road of trees that were not bearing words for me to write.  Today I find myself in that same forest, though I am a little more hopeful I will come across the fruit of any tree that will provide me with something, resembling intelligence, to write.    Yep. Still waiting.... *whistling impatiently*, as I feign horror over trying to figure out what to say. Yep.  I've got nothing.  I did such a tremendous job of writing at lunch,  I think I left nothing for my blog.  This is embarrassing.  I am sure you are probably saying to yourself, "why are you even telling us?  If you don't post until later, we will never know you struggled."  Well, it's probably because one, I want you to feel my pain, as I mentally whack my brain with a word stick...and two, because I think it is important for people to see that even if you love writing, writer's block does exist.   ...