The eighteenth of every month is my day to blog. Some months I have a topic or at the very least, an idea. This month I got nada, nothing, just an empty mental jar in need of ideas.
For an author, that's bad. Stress flares and the inner voice grows more demanding, berating you with "Think. Think. You gotta have something."
Of course, the effect is you have nothing and nothing can or does spring to mind.
So, you try to do some activity to distract yourself or hopefully, find inspiration: Social media, games, reading, talking, or Hemmingway's solution--a drink.
But maybe no ideas present themselves. So then what...Well, nothing.
Life is stressful. We are living during a pandemic, people are sick, too many have died, people have lost jobs and are worried about caring for families.
I wish I had a solution. I won't tell you it will be alright. I don't know that but I hope that it will be.
Maybe, you'll do what I and others do: take a breath, scream out the frustration.
Hopefully, a solution will come to you and make life less stressful and life, yours, mine, ours, will get better.
That's my holiday wish for all of us in 2021. A better life.