It’s pretty simple: The trouble with blogging is that sometimes you don’t have any ideas.
Well, actually, I have lots of ideas. But they all stink.
It was a nice weekend.
The weather was good.
I #binge-watched a few #BritishMysteries.
The flowers are out.
The island is waking up.
Lots of restaurants are open.
And shops. They’re open, too.
And there are more boats in the harbor.
I could tell you about my latest book, VINEYARD MAGIC, but I already have. (Nice review on amazon . . . thanks, whoever you are!)
How can it be that I live on Martha’s Vineyard and have nothing to say this week?
I dunno. Maybe I need coffee. Or sugar. Or just another career.
But the truth is, I have nothing to say! Not today, anyway. Not right now. Because anything I seem to come up with sounds like blah-blah-blah. Or, yadda yadda yadda, as Jerry Seinfeld would say. Or was that Elaine?
Anyway, I decided that most of us get enough of that in our days without listening to my prattle, too.
Whew. Now I can stop angst-ing about “What to Write on my Blog” today and get back to doing something I can handle! Like taking a lovely walk on the beach. Picking up wampum. Hunting for sea glass. Feeling the sun on my face and the sand getting stuck inside my sneakers. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do. Because right now, unlike blogging, a walk on the beach is no trouble. No trouble at all.
Oh, and please don’t ask me what the hashtags are for. I’m told they’re important, but I still have no idea why.
Happy Monday.
Jean Stone on Martha's Vineyard 
Yep – it wasn’t until I started blogging that I realized how remarkably uneventful my life is.
I have no pets with charming antics, my kids don’t count anymore since they’re well-adjusted (I hope) adults, and I have no quirky neighbors.
It can be a stretch some days, although I have found my blog’s a good place to work through some of those Seinfeld “do you ever wonder why?” sort of thoughts.
Got it. Thanks. Check out my latest entry. 🙂