I knew it would hit, but after just a few weeks I feel dry. I can't think of a single significant thing to say.
It might be because I am coming off the two busiest weeks of my summer so far. Or it may be because I'm heading into two more very busy weeks.
Today feels like a bit of a breather. And it makes it hard to think of things to write.
I'm sitting at my desk, trying to make it through the piles of paper that have collected here when I've been crazy-busy with other things. I'm almost able to see the bottom. Almost. It's storming out, and my kids are all otherwise occupied, so it's a good catch-up day.
But nothing's coming. No ideas. No nuggets of truth. No plummeting the depths of my soul. Nothing.
So where do I turn for inspiration? Why, my dad, of course! This is what he told me a couple of weeks ago: "Shell, people really seem to like recipes. You should put more recipes on your blog."
Well, Dad, king of the blogosphere, this one's for you!
And come back tomorrow when I'm, hopefully, more inspired.