I do try to write something on my blog every day - alright I miss the odd day if I am too busy - but on the whole I guess I blog about six times a week. But there comes a day, now and again, when I can think of nothing to say. Do all writers have these kinds of days, when they feel flat and when their novels seem to be going nowhere fast? And if they do, do they have a day off or do they sit with pen in hand, or I suppose it is computer screen on these days, and wait for inspiration to strike? Because there is absolutely no doubt about it, it is only by writing regularly that one can achieve any kind of continuity in one's writing.
So what to write about today.
Well for a start, did you watch the emergence of the new Pope from behind the red curtain at the Vatican shortly after 8pm last night? I am not a Roman Catholic, in fact I am a nothing - not religious in any sense of the word - but I had the feeling that I was watching History in the Making as he stepped out in front of a crowd estimated at over 150,000 - and all of them shouting 'Il Papa'.
I once ran across Rome, over the Tiber and up the road leading to St Peter's Square, in order to see the Pope of the day give his Sunday blessing. His tiny figure appeared at a high window and his voice echoed round the square as the thousands fell silent and fingered their rosaries. It was a very moving experience which I suspect had little to do with whether or not I was religious.
So we have a new Pope - the first Jesuit Pope, the first Pope from the Americas (albeit with Italian parentage) and the first Pope to take the name Francis - most likely after St Francis of Assisi. After next Tuesday's installation things will settle back to normal I expect.
Well, there you are, I started today without any idea of what to write about - but I have managed it and I feel better for it. Verbal constipation is not good for the soul.