I “started out strong” with today’s post. I was up at 5:00 a.m., writing as soon as my coffee was done. I didn’t procrastinate or get sidetracked by reading a book. Somewhere along the line, though, I got bogged down. I was 514 words into the post and it wasn’t “working.” I kept at it for a few more hours, but I couldn’t “ship it.”
It had to do with themes of life and death and the interconnected nature of it all. I’ve blogged about it before. But the opening theme of the post didn’t work with the body of the thing and I knew my old high school writing teachers would be shaking their heads and reaching for their red pens.
I think I’m in a spring writer’s slump.
What is the old Ray Kroc quote about “green and growing?” At least something around here is green.
And speaking of men of Ray Kroc’s generation, you should read my brother’s blog tomorrow. He’s writing about Colonel Sanders.