{"id":11304,"date":"2022-02-03T06:34:00","date_gmt":"2022-02-03T13:34:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/?p=11304"},"modified":"2022-02-01T20:35:55","modified_gmt":"2022-02-02T03:35:55","slug":"nothing-to-write-about","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/nothing-to-write-about\/","title":{"rendered":"Nothing to Write About"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer\u2019s voice on the page.<\/em><\/a><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nothing to Write About<\/p>\n\n\n\n

By Maeve Riley<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Day 30, May 6<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The nearly full moon is rising over the mountains across from our house. It\u2019s blinding to look at and negates any need for a headlamp. Luca paces around, damp from the river, hoping for a second dinner. Marley is content under a blanket on the green velvet couch; he\u2019s seen plenty of full moons in his time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stand outside in shorts that I bought ten years ago at the mall in Merced when I was in college. They are a deep red with black stripes and have the Hogwarts emblem printed all over. I am barefoot, my feet somehow still dirty from the garden even though I just showered. I also have on a pink and purple sweater that I bought at a thrift store in Santa Barbara because it reminded me of a sunset.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The night is warm and smells sweet of locust trees. I stare at the moon and for a little while longer after Jake goes back inside. Eventually I go inside and gather my shoes and my phone and its charger before I head over to the studio to try to write something for this One Hundred Day Project I\u2019m in the midst of.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ve got nothing to write about!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I think, in the same way that I\u2019ll look at my closet and despair over nothing to wear, gaze into a full fridge and lament about how there\u2019s nothing to eat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I like this project because it forces me to look into the creases of my life. I shake out the couch cushions and peer into my memories. I look for the less obvious moments. I only have so many obvious tales to tell. The really big things, I\u2019m beginning to realize, fruit over time. I\u2019m grateful for life\u2019s artful ways of teaching lessons when I don\u2019t realize that I\u2019m supposed to be learning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Maeve Riley<\/strong> is an artist, reader, writer, and an enthusiast of the natural world. She is fascinated by life and people and their lives; it is her favorite subject to write about. She lives in Western Sonoma County with her partner and their two dogs.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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