Journalling

So often I sit down at my desk or on the old playhouse steps or down on the lawn as I am doing now, and I spend at least ten minutes staring at the sky, listening to everything around me and being eaten alive by a multitude of mosquitos while contemplating my day and wondering what I’m going to write.

And even after writing for five minutes I haven’t really said anything. All I’ve done is complain about my lack of inspiration.

~ I wrote this in my journal a while ago, and sadly no further inspiration came to me.