A Choir of Crickets at my Computer
All throughout the day I think of things that would be interesting to write about, and then I sit down here in the evening and listen to the imaginary sound of crickets chirping. I'd tie an ink pen around my neck and jot these brilliant ideas down on my arm when they occurred to me if it weren't for my precocious toddler who would immediately steal the pen and draw pictures of spaghetti on the wall. I suppose if I didn't have such a wonderfully precocious toddler, I would just sit down at the computer and compose something brilliant when inspiration struck, but how annoyingly easy would that be? So here I sit, waiting for Emma to come and declare that she is finished with all of her "getting ready for bed rituals," and that she is ready for her story. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets it happens to be tonight. Here I sit, wracking my brain for something interesting to tell you... Hmmmm.... I have joined the church choir as of last Thursday evenin...