I have just realized it has been some time since I last wrote in my blogs. Any of my blogs. Not that I don’t want to. Not that I don’t have the time.
But I just don’t know what to write.
I don’t know what to write. That is a scary thought.
A friend once told me that she thought my writing while I was in Spain was good. She asked whether it was because of the ambiance, or the state of heart that I was in. It was both.
If I write well when my surrounding was conducive and the heart is in the right state, what does “don’t know what to write” mean? That’s a scary thought.