I haven’t been able to write a whole lot lately. And I promise, it’s not for lack of trying.
I sit down to write and my mind goes blank.
Well, that’s not going to help anyone, including myself.
Last night, I finally dug out of what was the longest month of the year followed by the second fastest month. Which basically means I was able to put my laptop back on my desk and I cleaned up the floor so I can even get to my desk to sit down.
I thought, Surely, I’ll be inspired to write now that my room is clean and I sit at my desk and use my clackety keyboard.
Except it’s now today and it’s taken me ten minutes to get from finally putting a name on this post to finishing this sentence.
And I have to leave in a few minutes to go do a weekend clean.
Some days, I have no issues writing about things. Other days, I feel like I walk up to an uninspiring brick wall and there’s nothing else to see for miles.
And I know that’s how writing is. As much as I love writing and always have, writing in school felt much the same way. Even writing for NaNoWriMo, I get to a point where I just sit and stare at the screen, waiting for words to appear.
This is not the first blog post I’ve tried to write since my last one. May and June were both very eventful months… I just can’t figure out what the ending point of a blog post about these events would be.
And I always make it a point to know at least generally where I’m going to land when I jump off a pier.
So… this is a blog post where I just took my lack of inspiration and wrote through it to say: Hello! I’m doing fine, thanks for asking.
When I can figure out how to put thoughts down in a blog post again, you’ll be the first to know.
Otherwise, I don’t know, dude.

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