Did you know there’s going to be an eclipse this afternoon? Well, depending on when you read this it may have already happened. I’m not in the path of totality, which means that at no time is it safe for me to look at the sun during this eclipse.
And no, I’m not relocating. I have enough to do these days with diapers and the like to keep me busy. I don’t need to chase astronomical phenomena.
Here’s a funny story
One of the jobs that one of us here at AScribe has is the position of Blog Wrangler. That’s not her official title, it’s just what I call her behind her back. Don’t tell her I told you this, ‘kay? ‘Kay. She messages and reminds us (or maybe just me because I’m very forgetful) when it’s time to write, when it’s our turn.
I usually reply with some snarky comment. “I quit.” “It can’t be my turn, I just wrote one last year.” “I’m sorry, I’ve had my imagination amputated.”
Two days ago I told her, “I should try to think up an idea soon, eh?”
She replied with, “Isn’t there some kind of sun or moon thing happening soon? 
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I answered, “I wouldn’t know. I try to keep my head down.”
Was that really all that funny?
Maybe we just think we’re funny. Maybe we’re the only ones who need to think we’re funny. Maybe we don’t care if other’s don’t find us funny. Wait, what was I talking about?
Oh, yeah, inspiration, ideas, stuff like that. The thing is, I put off writing this until last night. Or the night before the eclipse if, again, you’re reading this after the fact. I thought, “B.W. is really smart. I’ll just write about the eclipse.”
Now here it is, time to write, and I’m sitting here thinking to myself, “What the hell does an eclipse have to do with writing?”
Now, in fairness …
It isn’t B.W.’s job to inspire me. It may not even be her job to tell me it’s time to write, but thank God she does. (And if it isn’t actually her job than she’s exactly the kind of friend I need.)
And also in fairness, I am supposed to be a professional writer, or at least I have been at times. So I should bloody well know whether or not a topic has any hope of being worth writing about, right?
And the eclipse offers me absolutely no hand or foothold into a subject worthy of being in a blog about writing.
And yet …
I seem to have written an entire post about the eclipse and how it doesn’t relate to writing, without telling you anything worth reading about eclipses in general or this one in particular.
But it does mean that I got to use a really dramatic image for my post.
And in all seriousness, do not look up, unless you have the correct eye protection, or you missed the eclipse and it’s night time, or the cloud cover is so extreme that there’s nothing much to see anyway.
And then, write about it. It’s quite in vogue these days.
