I've been fretting about it for days and days, keeping it to myself, but I just have to admit it here. This blog has become desperately dull and mundane of late and I apologize. But what can I tell you, all my creative juices are getting sucked up by the novel re-write and Weblog Reviews.
I especially feel my recent inadequacies when I read some clever diarist's site that I am reviewing and think.... Why can't *I* write like this person? Have I lost my muse? Will I ever be clever again? Am I doomed to dullness? Married to mediocrity? Banned from brilliance?
Ah, self doubt. Familiar foe. Pick up your stuff and get out the do'!
One bright note before I go sulk in a corner.
Yesterday evening I went out to turn on the sprinkler in the yard and paused in disbelief near the peach tree. There neatly plopped on a stepping stone was a ripe peach, flat on one side, but obviously whole and sound on the other.
I picked it up in wonder. I guess we missed one hiding in all the leaves up there.
I took it in the house and cut off the squashed bits and Hub Man and I ate it's deliciousness immediately. Oddly enough, I think it was the tastiest of all the peaches this year. It was a nice little surprise at the end of the day.
Comments (7)
Don't be concerned about the creative juices. You're doing fine.
Shalom
I could do without the gifts personally...
Alli
you are so cute you have a way of describing things that renders them magical this post really leads me to consider how the best things in life arent planned there is nothing as sweet as a sweet surprise
a la prochaine
Don't let doubt bring you down and for pity sake, don't compare yourself to others. They probably read you and say the same thing. :)
I have not had any fresh peaches lately, but thanks to you I am hooked on Pluots. I especially like the speckled variety called dinosaur eggs. Yummmmm......
In seriousness I know how you feel though, I sometimes wonder if that's why I don't write as much as I used to because I'm trying to force myself to be brilliant everytime.
When it comes down to it this is a diary and unfortunately life can be mundane at times otherwise it'd be a novel.
Take a hug and a mug of rosehip tea and remember to breathe you are a creative and domestic goddess repeat after me.
Love
R xxx
~QE