I often find myself, these days, opening this “draft post” page and then looking at it, blankly. Sometimes, I open with intent to write – lunch with my sister, talking to my brother, going through photographs with Mom, all of us dividing jewelry. At other times, I open with the hope that the stark white paper will inspire me to write.
I leave open pages of things to talk about – IKEA hacks, interesting ethics topics. I think I must have a dozen or two, waiting for commentary that I am beginning to doubt will ever come.
I appear to have lost my voice. I wonder where I left it?