After all, I've been a professional writer for decades now. And today was the day the inevitable occurred. I finally ran out of words.
This morning we got a new project and we are scheduled to show my boss our efforts on Wednesday AM. But alas, I have no ideas.
Zero. Zilch. Nothing. Nada. Diddly-Squat.
I may have used all my words up over the weekend when I worked on the other project. Perhaps all I need is to replenish my word tank. Maybe if I busy myself with mindless tasks (like labeling a new file folder for the project), inspiration will strike ...
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
I hope you're doing better now. Did labeling help?
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