to do When the Ideas Dont Come
sitting with his head in his hands as I ask him, "What
should I write about?" He should know. He used to run
a writers group called "Writers Block."
Its the old problem of the blank paper, or in this case
the blank computer screen with the non-stop blinking cursor.
Its as if the blinking cursor knows I have no idea what
to write about.
often ask me where I get my ideas. I answer off the top of
my head, "Whatever strikes me as interesting that particular
day." And that is usually true. What is interesting today,
it being June the 6th as I write to you, is that it is absolutely
gorgeous outside after many days of clouds and rain. I was
just sitting on the deck at the beach when my thoughts turned
to you, my readers.
in the lake is still ice cold as far as Im concerned,
although a neighbors daughter was splashing through
it to see me a few minutes ago. She claimed it wasnt
cold, but I know better. Her name is Ashley and she is in
the third grade. What is it about kids and their immunity
to the cold? I no sooner would have a bathing suit on and
be in the lake than I would be flying a plane.
these distractions have kept me from coming up with a topic.
Or you could say distractions are the topic here. Let me tell
you what else the beautiful weather brings. Neighbors. And
with them, the lawn mowers. Herman and I have bypassed the
lawn mowing problem by planting gravel instead of grass. It
always looks nice and requires zero maintenance. As Im
writing this to you, in fact, Im being "serenaded"
by my next door neighbors lawn mower.
was actually a series of starts and stops for me. Herman was
originally going to the Americade in Lake George on his motorcycle
with the sidecar (a "Ural" for those of you who
care about that sort of thing). He had some malfunction with
a spark plug and came home early. Then Terry, my aide, wound
up leaving work early as she felt really sick all day with
too bad Herman couldnt go to the Americade rally in
Lake George, but it turned out to be a good thing that he
came home early so Terry could go home.
like that, the column wrote itself just by talking about the
difficulty in writing the column and what came up today. Have
a great Sunday and Ill speak to you next week (Im
tired of competing with the neighbors lawn mower anyway).
Spira, a native of Cleveland who pursued an acting career
in NYC and Los Angeles, now pursues free lance writing from
Caroga Lake here in Fulton County. Previous columns may be
accessed at her web site www.kathrynskorner.com"