The sky is bright blue with a glorious sun. We are on the road to Duluth, Minnesota 150 miles from home. In this short drive I have nothing to do but watch the trees, the lakes, rivers and creeks. I know that in this time I will have a writing idea. I will have an idea that I really want to write about. Come on don’t fail me now!
We began the trip at 55 degrees and slowly but surely the temperature drops. The forests begin to show snow tucked in at the base of the trees, the open water fades away to lakes with thin ice still floating on top. We are moving away from spring into the late winter frost and my ideas seem to be freezing as well.
We are three days out from the end of this writing challenge and it hits me. I feel I have nothing to share, no words of importance and I am just babbling away. My mind has frosted over like the quiet woods around me.
Sometimes our writing is just words on a paper or screen with no real direction. It is just a chance to play with words. A chance to play with sentences, thoughts and ideas. At times our writing has no real direction it is just a slice of time.