The Stinkhole

I have to say, I'm just not feeling it today.

I look forward all week to Friday mornings (should I not have to work) and spending the morning in my study writing away and creating imaginary places where whimsical things happen.

But this morning the spark has somehow been extinguished or if it is still lit then it must be hiding in some covert corner where I cannot catch it and breathe life into it, fanning the flames of my artistry.

I tested the waters this morning and I discovered that they were cold and appeared lifeless.  Although there may have been some infinitesimal microscopic protozoa lurking about, I could not coax them into splitting and generating more life.

Therefore, I surrendered.

I checked my Twitter feed and likewise, was disinterested in that as well.

Facebook was just an assemblage of the same old cliches and Youtube videos that everyone has already seen, yet they keep popping up like that flare of cursed chin acne from high school.

I think the next best thing would be an attempt on filing my taxes.  That seems like fun said no one ever.
I 'll wait until April 14th.

I visited the blogs I will be responsible for during the A to Z challenge.  It just so happens that three of the ten are from the same person.  Hmmm.

It's cold outside right now.  8 degrees.  Snow will start soon.  1-3 inches expected.
The temperature today will top out at 19 according to my weather center.  A whopping high of 5 degrees for Sunday.

Icicles, icicles all about
where is spring?
Give us a shout!

I did read something this morning that was alluring, fascinating and thought-provoking.
It seems as though it may have stalled my current state of imagery and swapped it for another. (yes that's how ingenious it was) Now I find myself wanting to write about it and not what I'm supposed to be writing about.

Check this out!

The stinkhole

My good friend and writing buddy Jenny Pearson, who resides on the other side of the continent has been writing flash fiction every day based on a picture.  15 minutes every day...GO!

This one, in particular, (there is another as well) struck an imaginative chord with me and I think would make an excellent story, be it short or long, there is something here worth discovering or digging.

While her writing is titled Across The Lake, I much prefer The Stinkhole.
Yes, I know I can't just change the title of her writing but trust me, she isn't going to care.

I think, in this particular style of writing, it's her job to spark and it's our job to fan the flames.
In this one, she has succeeded quite well!

I just wish I would have thought of it first (jealous grin)

So there you have it.  If I can't write anything good this morning then I will give you somebody else's in lieu.

Cheers and happy reading/writing
-Bushman

photo courtesy of Jenny Pearson