My husband (yes, the one who took a phone call from the front row at my book launch, loudly) watched me sigh loudly and open my laptop.
ME: Sort of.
HIM: What do you mean, sort of?
ME: I have nothing to say. I have said it all. My mind is blank.
HIM: You could write about being a grandmother.
ME: Done it.
ME: A million times. Accordions, accordions, accordions.
ME: Are you kidding?
HIM: Donald Trump?
ME: Nobody wants to read about that. We are wallowing in politics, and my back is all seized up thinking about that stuff.
HIM: Have you tried the heating pad?
ME: Leaning on it right now.
HIM: Time to shut down the blog?
ME: I might have to. Good grief.
HIM: Have you tried being poetic?
The roses are still red, and the violets are still blue
I am taking a week
To think of something new.