The lovely ladies dressed in their swimwear stared at me from the screen, chiding me for my neglect.
“You call yourself a writer,” they said in their soft, feminine voices. “You encourage others to write daily. Where have you been?”
“I have been writing,” I said, “just not here.
Disappointment oozed from their silent faces “Your blog was part of the bargain,” thy reminded me, “part of your daily writing practice commitment.”
“I know, I know,” I replied, ‘but I’ve had other writing priorities this month.”
I lowered my eyes in shame at neglecting the lovely ladies who lent me their image. They’ve stared at me each day from my home page, inviting me into the water, trying to entice me into my own writing space. I owe the ladies more attention. So, here I am, ready once more to write the stories of ordinary people. I’ve been away too long.