Searching for Inspiration
As a diarist of many years, I've written hundreds (possibly thousands) of entries. I never gave much thought as to what I was writing because diaries were never really meant to be literary genius. They are just a collection of thoughts, be it profound or general logging of daily events.
This seems a bit more serious for one reason or another. I feel compelled to write something of substance and value. This is difficult for one so shallow and generally uninterested in the world around her.
This is not to say that I don't have my occasional moment of muse, but mostly, I'm just an ordinary wife and mother with nothing better to do.
Ideas do strike me - be it in the oddest of ways. Perhaps, in this venue, I will have more to discuss than the usual day to day meanderings.
I suppose we'll see.