As you may have noticed, I have been in a bit of a writing slump lately.
Oh.  Why oh why.  My life is incredibly blessed.  In more ways that I can count or even imagine.  Blessed.
Yet lately, amidst all those blessings…. life lately…. has felt a bit…. well…….
….. ……. slumpy.

Slump.  From the Norwegian derivative….. To fall.
The trick about falling, is getting back up again.
Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down….. and all.  I am no Weeble.  So as you see….  I am slumping.  Slumpy.

When baseball hitters are on their game, they bat around .300.    Three times out of ten, they get a hit.  If they hit a dry spell…. they are in a slump.  Or just lousy hitters.  So, like the Major Leaguers…..  My objective is to write something decent here three nights out of ten.  Then I’ll be cracking….
But until that happens.  Slumpy.

As a word, slump is pretty versatile.  As mentioned, you can be IN a slump.  Or you might find yourself slumped OVER.  At times, we slump DOWN.  On Thanksgiving, our mashed potatoes run the risk of being slumpy.   No.  Wait.  That’s lumpy.  Nevermind.

At any rate, slumpy is all over place.  As luck would have it… slumpy is with me now.    I’ll let you know when my creative mind steps in the batter’s box again.   Just call me mashed potato head until then.

“Slump? I ain’t in no slump… I just ain’t hitting.” – Yogi Berra