My notebook isn’t giving it up easy tonight. I said to its blank paper: “OK, listen here. Tonight I’m writing something. Something for my book.”

And with that, my notebook sealed right up. Locked me out of its pages. Said,

“Come back again when you have a real idea. Come back again when you’re not just going to ramble on aimlessly. Come back again when you have something wise to say. Something poigniant. Something worth my time. Something worth others’ time. Good grief, man. Quit looking so forlornly at at my blank pages.”

And then, I smiled just a little, because even though it wasn’t for my book, I wrote something.

Take that, notebook. ☼