So I guess one could extrapolate from that very wise, Chinese proverb, that a 1000 word newspaper column begins with a single word. Anyone got a word they might be willing to share? Take your time, I've got a whopping four hours until my deadline. No pressure.
You would think with a topic as broad as "Single Parenting", I could come up with more than enough ideas to choose from and, to be honest, thirteen days of every two-week period, I can usually come up with at least five or six, but let it come down to that one day when I actually have to produce, and it's like someone has reformatted my brain and there is no memory.
When this happens, I usually stare out the window of my office for a really long time. Then I notice how dirty the window is. Anyone who knows me at all, can attest to the fact that I am about as domestic as the international terminal in Newark Airport. I've been called a lot of things in my time, but never have I been referred to, even in jest, as Susie Homemaker.
But the strangest thing happens on the day I find myself staring blankly out of the dirty window of my office. I start searching for Windex and I climb up on the window sill and I become a cleaning fool. When I run out of ways to use Windex, I start organizing and, again, this is not one of my strong suits. I clean out my pencil holder, make new file tabs, rearrange the reference books on my desk, sift through thirteen days of mail that has been sitting in the "I'll get to that later" basket and, if I am feeling particularly void of inspiration, I will actually listen to the 55 messages on my voice mail that usually expire before I get around to checking on them, which is always funny because most of them start out with, "Hi Susie, I know you probably won't get this message but...