I’ve hit a wall, so to speak and I don’t think it has anything to do with what I was trying to write about the other day. If I ever get it finished, you’ll see what I mean.
I started out formulating my usual post in my usual style, but then decided to try and get all fancy and metaphorical. Come to think of it, that’s supposed to be another one of my fortes, isn’t it?
It was about some daunting task I’d set out to tackle and had eventually achieved with great (and surprising) success. Boring, right? No wonder I couldn’t finish the post. I’m sure it’s why I haven’t written anything since. My attempts at bedazzling it fell short and I, in turn, fell silent.
The benefit of fancying yourself a writer is the freedom to turn mundane into miraculous. You’re empowered, enslaved and hopefully efficient in your craft but if you happen to be having a day where you’re wondering what the bejeezus happened to your superpowers, just enjoy the silence.
Mother/Daughter Muddy Mugs
Yep. 😉
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🙂
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Love this!
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Thanks Marilyn!
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My turn next Hazy! 🙂
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Ok! :0)
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Funny pics. Sometimes as a blogger you just have to go with what’s available.
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So true, so true. Lemonade out of lemons, as they say. 😉
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Making something sweet out of mud – that’s what you do, Miss Metaphor.
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I just can’t seem to help myself, PC. I’m an alliterating, metaphorizing machine with the heart of a tin man and a scarecrow’s brain.
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