Blossom's Blog

I am written out. I have completed two Jazz concert reports and posted my two blogs. I contemplate essay number two and find only a dark hole. I cannot think/write. The recalcitrant side of my nature surfaces: Why should I write? What is so important about writing anyway? Then, an angel ( a literary one, for sure) alights on my shoulder; whispers in my ear to turn on the radio. I comply and catch an interview with writer Kaye Gibbons, talking about her latest novel: a book I have just put a 'hold' on in the CSC library. I listen as she talks of her eighteen hour days spent writing, and of how she spends hours/days on one line. I raise my fist and punch the air. I connect. I relax. All is right with the world.