Writing’s a funny thing, and more so keeping a weekly blog.
There are nights I have to choose between several competing ideas. Sometimes, one idea easily emerges as compelling or ticklish to me.
And sometimes…nothing emerges.
This week I’ve an idea or two percolating, but not yet brewed. And I’m all too aware that there’s been times I’ve given birth to a preemie, and it’s arrived in your email box a bit pale and thin.
(How’s that for a mixed metaphor? An under-brewed preemie!)
Anyway, not to prolong this, I’ve nothing ready for you this week.
And hell, it’s summer. (Actually it has been like hell, hasn’t it?). So we’ll schvitz on through another week together, and you’ll hear from me bright and early next Tuesday.