I’m Finally Speechless

I am rarely at a loss for words, but I was yesterday…hence, no blog.

Me: I must be dead.

Mark: No, you’re still breathing.

Me: Brain dead.

Mark: (No response…he’s engrossed in whatever he’s reading on his Kindle).

Me: Words are my business. Why can’t I come up with a topic? (I am speaking to the bedspread. It doesn’t respond, either. )

Several ideas come to mind…our recent trip to the Oregon Shakespeare Festival, a hang-on-tight road trip to a nearby town with my daughter, the latest antics of Fred, the Bearded Dragon, Mark…trying to match socks.

Me: This is embarrassing.

Mark: Did you say something?

Me: Shelley (daughter) said my shirt is ugly. I didn’t respond. She said it again. She actually likes my shirt, but was trying to get me to respond. I didn’t hear. I guess I was trying to think up blog topics.

Mark: (Smiles and turns the page). He isn’t paying attention.

Maybe I should write about why I like to put quotes at the beginning of my book chapters. I’ve done it three times now. In the first book I made most of them up based on my own experiences. They were wine and food pairings. I attributed them to the heroine.

In the second book the quotes were about the meaning of “home.” In the third one the quotes are about trust. I don’t have any yet for the fourth book in the Love in Wine Country series. Maybe they should be funny, like quotes I’ve seen on tee shirts. Or I could make up my own.

Me: (Excited) Do you like quotes at the beginning of chapters? Maybe I should write about that.

Mark: (Sighs and sets Kindle down) How about this quote, “There comes a time when you have to choose between turning the page and closing the book.”

Me: I guess, “An apology is the best way to have the last word,” is a good quote here.

Hopefully, I’ll have something to say next week.