See, I told you this would happen. It’s only day four and I have nothing to blog about. Every day is just not blog worthy. Today, I went to work, made a few stops, had lunch with my favorite contact person, came home and warmed up leftovers for Grace so we could rush off to her makeup soccer game in Marshfield. Then when I got home, again, I had to make a spaghetti casserole thing so I could take it the church dinner tomorrow night. I was supposed to make brownies too but then I spied the package cookies we had bought for the Sunday felllowship we skipped so, I’m taking those instead.
See, not blog worthy. Instead of a quality post you are getting a lame stream of consciousness spew. I’ve been sitting here tonight trying to come up with something. I’ve got nothing. I asked Bryon for an idea. Bryon suggested I write about how great he is. Not too surprising really. He is pretty great but if I write too much about that his head will swell up and explode. I don’t want to clean up the mess so what else you got for me?
He also suggested writing about nothing, like on Seinfeld. I told him that would be a very, very short post. Of course then I had to go to YouTube and find The Nothing Pitch and watch it. I have seen every single episode of Seinfeld so many times. A solution to pretty much all of life’s problems can be found in a Seinfeld episode. They should make a book The Zen of Seinfeld. They probably already have. I should Google that…
See how it is… you start to write something about nothing and the next thing you know you’re pinging all over the internet like a cosmic ADD maniac.
Sometimes I think just writing, anything, helps break loose more ideas. Creativity spawns creativity. I did no writing on my book today. I feel like I need a good long stretch of time to clean up my plot flaws and proofread before I can go on. I don’t see how that is going to happen right now.
I have been reading Stephen King’s book On Writing and it’s been very inspirational. I need all these little tricks and pushes of affirmation to keep myself motivated. Especially on days like this. When it seems like there is nothing to write about.
Okay, I’m going to stop complaining now. I’m starting to sound like Harry Potter complaining about homework in book five.
I’ll try harder for tomorrow. Really, I will.