Isn’t it weird how sometimes we don’t have anything to say?
About anything?
Like right now. Maybe it’s my tiredness. Maybe it’s my workload at work. Maybe I’m just content to be quiet (though that’s unlikely, since I sat here for 30 minutes trying to think of something to write).
So there you go. It’s been quiet around this here blog. And I hate that. But there you go.
If you don’t mind, I’m going to bed early.
I too hate that phenomenon. And I don’t know about you, but all the advice from others never seems to solve it either. It’s as if you get yourself into it and you’ve got to get yourself out of it. Is it different for you?
Exactly. “Write about this.” “Nah,” we say, as if taking suggestions was against some ancient writer’s code.
And once I get back into it, it’s like a floodgate opening.