I Can't Find A Writing Prompt Today

I am stumped. At a loss for words -
     (My husband would be glad)

writing prompts . something
     nothing there
        click on this,
        click here -
     nothing, no prompts.
Just words about
writing prompts. "Here's
what I like to do...."

I DON'T CARE

Just give me a prompt.
What will I write about?
No inspiration,
no idea running around
my head. What do I
write about today?
     Do I really need to
be urged on my someones
words?

Is what I write really mine?
My idea?
     Maybe I'd better rethink
this prompt thing.

No Pressure, No Pressure at All

No pressure. I'm going away for a few days with a fellow writer. A friend to inspire, bounce ideas around, someone to tell me what I just spent an hour writing, stinks!

Hours and hours with no laundry to get in the way, no phone calls, no dusting, no meals to fix. Now what can I say is keeping me from writing? 

No excuses, I must write. 

Grab a piece of paper with scribbled ideas. Try to make sense of the original idea. Maybe I'll take it in that direction, maybe it will take me on a bumpy obtuse path that leads me somewhere else. Who knows? What starts out as a straight forward thing, in my mind, often becomes something very different, ending up not even close to my original thought.

Inspiration, just the right music to create by, just the right windowed view. The perfect company. Maybe I'll be able to come up with something original after all.

Tea Time

Tea, tea, wonderful tea,

the more you drink, the

more you pee.

Green, black, tips and

white, the first to the

fresh pot is always a

fight.

Tea can be soothing,

tea can be awakening,

never too much 

can be taken in.

Tea piping hot,

tea cold on ice

any way you drink

it is always nice.

Tea fanatic, coffee never

to cross these lips,

never adding sugar

to add to the hips.

My first blog of the year

filled with good cheer

drink up the tea,

and then post.