Inspiration is like a wave; it washes over you or crashes down suddenly. You never know when it will hit and when it will wash away again leaving you cold and empty.
Now is one of those times. The wave has rolled away and I feel bereft of all energy. I lie here and let the heat envelope me. I feel like I am in an oven and I know I should turn of the heat but still I don’t move off the bed. I don’t even bother to pull off the blanket.
The clippie man scratches his head. Even he is bored. Clippie Man is my “office assistant” for my word program.
Oh inspiration, where art thou? What to write about????
I woke up at 10:00 no not “sharp” though who ever came up with time being sharp in the first place I know not. I lay there for approximately 10 minutes (what is up with the number 10 today?) before getting out of bed and going to the bathroom. I then climbed back in bed and proceeded to read my psychology textbook. I was shortly there after overcome with a gnawing hunger and went to the kitchen where I grabbed some granola, which I then ate in bed. You are beginning to think I am very lazy aren’t you? Me too, I turned on my computer and tried to post something on the discussion board for psychology but I accidentally closed the page before I finished so my writing was lost and I was not motivated enough to write it again. I emailed my family and turned in an assignment for my writing class. Now you are thinking that if I am not lazy I most certainly have a boring life. I don’t agree with you on that but everyone is entitled to his or her own opinion right? I then threw a load of laundry in the washer and went on a walk.
I was pleased to feel the tension in my muscles telling me that my previous power walk had paid off. I gloried in the subtle pain and walked fast down the hill. When I reached the river I attempted to throw a rock in the special way Greyson had taught me. It had to be the right rock of course round edges and fairly flat sides; like a skipping stone. Then you throw it straight up spinning and if it hits the water just right it makes a satisfying sucking noise. After throwing a few rocks I noticed a side trail going up from the river. It looked as if it would meet with the normal road shortly so I decided to take it instead for something new. A few feet up though I remembered that Dave had seen two mountain lions the previous day only a few miles away and decided to take the normal route and get back to my room as quickly as possible.