Birds Gotta Fly; Writers Gotta Write!

Since I've moved to the area, I've written a few times on this site, sending the link to local friends, others in the US, and even some around the world.  To a one, they are all fascinated by my descriptions of this little gem of a community I find myself in.  "Please send more, I love it!"  I'm guessing a couple may have even called some relocation agents, they've been so mesmerized by this small part of heaven.

But today, I find myself 'wordless' in the lovely descriptions of this valley I've heretofore grown a very quick love affair with.  I still love the rolling hills.  I still love the incredible lushness of greens, trees, birds chippy-chirping away.  But the things is, I've started writing another book today and I've used so much of my daily noun, verb, and adjective quota for the day that I'm severely tapped out.

This will come as a shock to some who know me since I've also heretofore been a candidate for worlds most verbose female.  Yet, in some respects this condition, this thinner layer of description leaking out of my skull, is actually no different than those of you who say, have to go tend the lemon or orange groves and can't stand one more friggin trip out there.  Or, those of you having to clean horse stalls, groom a horse, or otherwise do the daily work that you routinely love, know what I'm talking about.  The effort to put one foot in front of the other, or in my case, hunt for some crazy idea or another to language out on a page, is just too much to bear.

Well, you get the idea.

Olivenhain, where I live now, is currently sporting three new flowering plants in my front yard.  And I did fill up the hummingbird feeder, besides writing this morning, and this little snippet of blah blah this afternoon.  Beyond this, I can do no more.  The old brain box is tapped!  Drained, as it were.

My next life?  I think I'll be a professional orange picker.  Or maybe groom horses one ranch at a time until I get back East.  Until then though, I've got my eyes set on a fabulous fish dinner in this land-locked heaven and even though I'll be sharing a meal with a new-found friend, I hope he's not expected conversation tonight.  My language skills until midnight will only consist of nodding pleasantly.  I just hope nothing rattles! 

To be continued.

Rosalie