I got nothin’

Finally. Time on my hands to write.  Favorite pen poised, blank paper. Quiet house.  And.   I got nothin’.  Absolutely nothing.  Notta.  No.  None.  All the thoughts I’ve wanted to spill, stories to tell, letters to write.  But no, nothing.  Not a doggone thing pushes my pen.  Mind blank as the paper.  Uninspired.  Like trying to eat when you’re not hungry.
	Sitting by the window, I stare outside.  My cat walks around waiting for something to move.  I know how she feels.  Maybe I should write about the cat.  Okay, I just did.  A red bird has come to the feeder.  Wow! I must take time to stare at this magnificent marvel.  A magical moment.  Am I stalling for time?  Yes, of course, but writers must take into consideration their surroundings. Note I have elevated myself to writer. Really?
	So here I am writing about nothing when I should be writing about everything.  Everything. That’s it. Every. Thing. I got everything.
	My health.  Check.  Well, a few things need fixing. But I’m good to go for now. And now is all we have.
	Wealth.  I have things money can’t buy.  So, yeah.  Check.  
	Love. Check. Got that!
        Heart. Check. But never enough.
        Grown children who still call me.  Still need me.  Leave blank for now. 
	Friends.  Six options:  
	(1)  Close friends  
	(2)  Friends who live faraway. Some still call.  
	(3)  Friends I once had, no idea where they are now, but cross my mind
        (4)  Friends who have crossed from this world to the next
        (5)  Friends I see on social media, but never really see, or maybe see too much
        (6)  All of the above. Check.
	A husband who holds my hand when we walk.  Who builds me decks.  Takes me to romantic getaways in the mountains.  Check.  Check.  Check.  Who would rather sit and talk about feelings than watch three hours of Rawhide.  Leave blank for now.
        Complaints.  When stacked against our world of unrest, our inability to stop man’s inhumanity to man resulting in an unimaginable numbness of heart . . . I got nothin’.   Absolutely nothing.  Notta.  No.  None. 
        I have Everything.  Every.  Thing.
Keep heart!
~Connie

Connie Lakey Martin, Editor

March 16, 2026