...if you haven't written more than a grocery list in weeks? That's been my dilemma lately. No new projects on the immediate horizon, not much interest in picking up where I've left off on older personal projects. (Kind of like that yellow cotton sweater I've been knitting for the past five years. I finally took it down to Hilton Head for a summer project. Brought in the one and a half sleeves, the back and the left side panel only to discover I've been purling wrong my entire life. So I ripped the whole damn thing out and started over. Three months later, about 1/4 of the back is done. Just not interested.)
My friend Michele used to date a handsome fellow named Stephen who would always answer that he was an actor when asked what he did for a living. Inevitably, the person would ask,"oh, have I seen you in anything? Movies? TV shows? Plays?" "No," he'd answer. "Well then, are you studying with someone, going to auditions, doing workshops?" "No," again came the reply. An exasperated Michele finally asked him, "Why do you keep saying you're an actor?" and he answered, "I'm an aspiring actor."
By this logic, I could be an aspiring princess. Or a race car driver. Or an astronaut. And perhaps I might just be one day.
But in the meantime, I'm still telling people I'm a writer. So maybe it's time to blow the dust off this old blog, shake the wrinkles out of the sheets and put some more ink in the cartridges and see if I still am a writer after all.
P.S. I've attached this photo I took of the Rialto Bridge in Venice this past March because sometimes I like to think I'm a photographer!