cat on my lap

I sit here at my desk, Indian style with cat on my lap.

stumped as to what to write.

I’ve had writer’s block for a couple of weeks now.

or, maybe I’ve just had nothing to say?

or, perhaps too much on my mind regarding the stress of some personal family shit of which I’m currently dealing.

but…

I’ve cat on my lap.

she seems to make it easier…

to sit here. reflect. decide to type. anything.

just get words to electronic paper.

as meaningless as they may seem.

I sip on coffee.

the new year has begun.

there seems to be a smidge of hope breaking thru humans’ collective psyche as we finally say farewell to the toughest year in recent history for many people.

and I’m here. alive. still healthy. and grateful.

with cat on my lap.

I need my mojo back. it comes and goes, it seems.

some days I’ve nothing

others, I can’t shut the fuck up

today, I just needed to start somewhere in order to propel forward once more… one step and all that

in the meantime, I’ve a cat keeping my lap warm

she’s given me an excuse to sit here and at least think about writing.

even if it’s about absolutely nothing.

but just writing nonsense has already got my mind thinking bout new things I’d like to get out and write about.

it seems to be working.

this cat on my lap.