I feel lately like a mouse on a wheel. You know the ones that go around and around? I'm having fun, honestly, I am. I'm quite enjoying the ride but I'm looking out through my glass cage and seeing my pen and paper across the room. It makes me want to jump off this spinning thing and go sit and write. And write. And write. But I can't stop the spin. It's too fast.
I have thoughts swimming on several topics. One magazine article I'd like to put together. Ideas in response to some fellow blog writers. Two children's book ideas both colliding in my mind. The empty box for love notes I'd like to compose to my sweetie. And of course there are the homeschool plans.
I just haven't had time. Even a blog here and there is tough these days. I remember the winter with long, rainy days and not much happening and they seem so long ago. Not that I want to wish away this picture perfect summer - I just want to hop off the wheel for a minute and compose. I suppose I'm afraid that the thoughts will turn to dust and disappear if I don't pen them soon.
So if you happen to peer into my glass house, fill my water bowl and wave hello. It will be good to see you. And if you don't mind- stick your finger in and see if you can get this motion to slow down.