The B-24 and the non-written word

This is not what I had intended to post at all. Yesterday, I actually uploaded eight pictures into this blog from Abby's Home Cooking. I had a nice little story to tell with them, but realized I did not have time to write the story last night and so saved them for tonight.

Tonight, I realized that, once again, I did not have time to write the Abby's post, so I selected six pictures I took today that I could post with few words, but then I realized I did not have time to prepare and post them.

So I post this one instead. I took it from the window of a B-24 flying over Cook Inlet and I don't even remember the year. This, and another, B-24 is why I don't have time to do the full posts. I am working on some other writing and it involves B-24s, Mormon Missionaries, temples, funerals and such. I am not doing a very good job of it. Every morning since the beginning of last week, I have gotten up thinking I'll finish it off that day and then at the end of the day I have only a few paragraphs to show for it and I am not pleased with those paragraphs.

Until today, the project did not include an actual picture of a B-24, although it did include a picture of a picture of a B-24 being presented to the dying man from whose B-24 it had been taken, and another of a beautiful model of B-24 that he worked on off and on for all of his post-war life and never finished. This morning, I truly thought I could have it all written today, but then I decided I needed an actual B-24 picture and so I went looking through my B-24 take, which is pretty small. I found the picture I want - not this one, but another one.

This find set my mind on an altered track, caused me to bring in other pictures still, which means some of the pictures that were already set have to go. I junked everything I had written this past week-and-a-half and started writing again.

So far, I have completed three paragraphs and I am not very happy with them. I will surely junk them, too.

So I can't spend much time on this blog tonight. I must get back to the project and see if I can somehow find a few words to write for it before I go to bed.

Right now, I don't feel like I can. When I rode my bike this evening, every word that I needed came into my mind.

Where the hell are those words now?