i got nothin.
the creativity fell off me.
maybe i covered it with red hair.
maybe it's in the pile of clothes on my floor.
but it's gone lately.
i've tried all the usual places of inspiration. real housewives, interaction with my boss, kelly clarkson. but it leaves me in the same place. the place where i am, but don't want to talk about. that waiting place. help me jesus. right? omg. but i don't want to talk about that.
let's talk about her. the greatest author ever, a woman who's perspective and voice led me to read two whole books with words and pages and no pictures. reading her words was like a massage for my aching body. is that weird? it tasted like the sweet potatoes with little marshmallows at thanksgiving. it sounded like that first knock on the door from a girl scout with her cookies. um? she put to pen the words that tell my story; words i couldn't create myself. ah, there we go. when i read Bittersweet it was the first time a book made me cry. her words made the pain in my life more intense, but in a good way. that blue book became a source of comfort for me and i carried it around in my purse. the corners are folded over, the spine is bent and there's a coffee stain on the front. if only my bible looked like this. that book made a difference in my life and i'm thankful.
i would like to have coffee with her someday. or maybe i could move to chicago to be her nanny? we could go to trader joes together. is that weird?
check out Shauna Niequist's books Cold Tangerines and Bittersweet and be happy. Try to get them by tomorrow because it's supposed to rain and Shauna's books should be read while curled up in a blanket, listening to the rain.