It’s been over 2 weeks since I’ve written anything. My mind has been empty and my fingers have been lazy. My mind is still empty but my fingers decided to work anyway.

When I first paid the yearly subscription to WordPress, I was bursting at the seams with abstract ideas and profound thoughts, eager to share my wisdom; Wisdom gained mostly from my cover-to-cover absorption of various authors, and little from actual real life experiences. Well, here we are, 5.5 weeks and 7 entries later, and my well is dry. But the clear, cold water that once filled my well is not gone forever. It seems that the owners of the well were thirsty, and greedy, and didn’t think of storing water for the long term but rather taking it all at once, excited to have struck water in the first place. No, it’s not gone forever. It is now just a process of waiting for it to fill up again. It might be slow going, the water patiently pushing through the walls of the well from the mountains up ahead, or it could be a sudden rush of snow melt that floods the well back to it’s memories of youth and vigor.

To be honest, I don’t know how wells work. And I don’t know how my mind works. I just know that sometimes it wants to write, and sometimes it wants to do everything else imaginable. I think I’m out of ‘blog posts’ for the time being. I want to work on a story. I’ve written down most of what I think about on a day-to-day, and, as my days don’t drastically change, neither do my thoughts. A better outlet now would be to make up a story, instead of waiting for it to happen to me. I will continue writing here for practice when I think of a deserving topic to devote a few hundred words to. Like, my dogs. Or the tiny ants that are currently invading our house. Or the consistencies between crime rate in third world countries and their lack of available organic foods.

 

I made that last one up.

 

Ainslee