Several months back, I was suffering from a severe case of writer’s block.  When The Boy asked why I hadn’t written in weeks, I told him I couldn’t think of a thing to say.  He suggested I baby step back into writing and describe my morning walk.  The sky that day was a beautiful Robin Egg Blue.  I baby stepped into writing again after that.

And Cerulean.  I love the way the word rolls off my tongue when I say it.

I had wondered what a simple color would say to me when it came to writing and I immediately knew when the simple blue appeared on my refrigerator door.   Words are another form of art, and getting a reader to see through a writer’s eyes depends upon descriptive words.  Blue is the parent to a whole rainbow of blues.  It’s an angel’s azure eyes, an officer’s navy uniform, a teenager’s teal prom dress, and my cotton cornflower nightgown.