This weekend, two Great Escapes made ripples east of the lake. My husband and I escaped into a DIY natural bath soak. My dog escaped into the neighborhood from whence he came.
I’ve been thinking about starting a blog. It’s a stubborn thought. It vanishes under the surface of my mind for several minutes, hours, maybe, only to reappear, shaking its head and spraying me with droplets.
The thought is stubborn. With the thought comes the doubt:
“But what will you write about?”