Kiters Rock

Sometimes I just want to write.  I have so much to finely chop wordwise.  I talk about subjects often and wow, am so full of ideas.  I sit here on a Saturday, post sunset and have writers block.  I just thought that was a fun cliche'.  Writer's Block.  I have thought about writing about: TSA, fences, cat psyche, human psyche, dry hands, and yes...even the dang San Diego Chargers (don't go there).  My dry hands (of the west coast winds), type and off the cuff I go.  I wait to see what the mind/ digit connection will be.  I hope it's good.  Maybe I should put an episode of Andy Rooney on?  I did adore his style.  Did I mention that pepper jack cheese is great without the peppers?  Right on.  So it goes...I think that possibly tomorrow I will go the beach and fly a kite.  I have a few...a fish and a butterfly and a regular kite with a pencil and block on it.  The fish has a puffy mouth and is sort of 3D.  The butterfly is more 1D...flat winged.  Something about letting out the twine and watching it soar.  Something about hoping the winds are in your favor, be it insect, ocean creature or we.  The tug of the string, the sway of the flying object. Watching my husband run down the beach to catch loose kite (since I supposedly wasn't paying attention).  Take hold.  Sometimes one must chase after what got away....oops.  Hold tight.  Maybe the breeze will enable the writer's block to fly.  Write on!!