A prompt from the Daily Post: Set a timer for ten minutes. Open a new post. Start the timer, and start writing. When the timer goes off, publish.
I just came off of a two week routine of daily writing. I skipped yesterday just for a breather, but I realize that I need to take advantage of the momentum and keep writing.
I have no idea what to write about.
This is the sort of thing that drives me absolutely nuts. I think I am a well-read, well-educated, fairly articulate person with ideas of my own, so you would think that I would be able to present to my audience a daily bit of writing that reflects this.
Instead, I stumble, stammer, slip and slide, and generally sputter nonsense — like right now.
I suppose I could talk about my day, but I have vowed never to write about my work — my real work. That is just a good policy that I would recommend to all of you.
Second, I don’t write about family and friends. Unlike some of my writing colleagues whose families would love to be the center of attention in a blog post, I can tell you that I would be SO disowned and de-friended by mine.
I never write about sex, religion or politics mainly because I figure if my mother warned me never to bring those topics up in social situations, there must be a very good reason for it.
I always listened to my mother.
So that leaves pretty much me writing strange fantasy stories and bad poetry, with the occasional photograph or art piece thrown in when I don’t have anything else to write.
That’s not a positive attitude on my part, is it?
Okay, I have two more minutes… I am starting to ramble. Sigh. 1 minute and 38 seconds.
Oh, hell. That’s all I got.
ljg (c) 2013