Over time it's become part of the rhythm, the rhyme of my week. This whole 5 Minute Friday thing. Either hitting the keyboard way late on Thursday night at midnight sharp, or early in the morning as the sun makes its way onto the horizon. The gypsy girl gives us a word and away we write, fingers flying over keyboards all over the globe, making contact, making sense, weaving together a bit of a story, or some lines of prose.
But I'm sorry, sisters. I can not for the life of me think what I'm going to do with this word RHYTHM at 7am this morning. It's just not coming to me. Not a single line, not a tale to tell. Nothing to put on the table except my excuses and apologies and feeble explanations.
I guess this is what they call writer's block. Or what Friday morning looks like after a way too busy week. So here's my submission, girls. Kind of like a really poor dish on a lavishly spread buffet, laden with delectable goodies. Just go ahead and slide it to the back of the table in a darkened corner where no one will notice. It's ok.
And would someone please be gracious enough to tell me I'm not the only one who's ever had trouble figuring out what to do with a word.
You stumped me, Lisa-Jo! And now I think I'll go make a cup of caffeinated tea. A big one.
Better luck next week, Linda.
==> and at Nancy's and Emily's, too!
