It's on the Tips of my Fingers!

Unrelated baby photo.

Do you have those moments when you are washing dishes, just minding your own mess with your mom hands that can scrub away with the hottest of water when a blog post forms in your head? Or you are in the shower for all of 180 seconds and in that minute and a half, and you can practically see a complete blog post right at the front of your mind. You've turned phrase after phrase and coined term after term. The t's are crossed and the i's are dotted. It's there, and it's a good one.

Then you sit down to let it all out from the tips of your ten fingers ... or one if you need to hen peck all thanks to your little chick under your wing ... and it's gone. 

Gone, gone, gone. 

There is nary a turn for a phrase to take. You shake your piggy bank of coined terms and not a penny falls out. You can't even pay yourself a penny for your thoughts.

I'm not writing from experience ... no, not at all.

Does that happen to you? 

A BIG merci beaucoup to whichever dear reader nominated me for a Sheenazing blog award over at A Knotted Life! Voting is live, here.

Thanks for organizing this, Bonnie! Continued prayers for your family, as always.