I keep meaning to blog more and it’s hard largely because my thoughts feel all frozen. Today, I had lunch by the Susquehanna River and took this picture of the river, which is completely frozen over.
We’ve had an especially cold few days and today was the first day it was not dangerously cold so I was pretty desperate to get outside, clear my mind and find some inspiration. Yesterday I spent most of my writing day annoyedly poring over a fiction novel that needs some heavy editing, to the point where I wonder – in all seriousness – why bother? Like the river covered with snow, doesn’t seem like a whole lot is happening here.
And who knows if the water is running beneath the ice? (Probably.) And who knows what would happen if I set foot onto the ice and tried to cross over? (Probably not a great idea.)
As I gazed out at the frozen river, I found myself thinking of the Bering Strait and how ancient peoples braved that icy abyss in order to come here and claim this land. Some of those people, in fact, gave their name to this river – The Susquehanna.
Who knows what will happen if? All I know for sure is I need to continue to try, because – there really is no choice. It’s write or die, live or die, venture out into the unknown or acquiesce to what is inevitable.
Such is life, I suppose.
What do you think?