Warning! Navel gazing below. Read at your own risk.
I’ve determined that it is extremely important that I begin writing again in my blog on a daily basis. For what is a writer who doesn’t write? Just a person, I guess, but the thing is that I have been so busy and/or lazy that I’ve become one of those people who claims that they are working on some opus, but really spend their time at the computer reading about Justin Bieber (who? I had to research him. Apparently all of the twelve year old girls and creepy middle-aged basement dwelling men can’t get enough of him).
Irresistable
The problem is thus: What to write about when there is nothing to write about? How does one get over, if not writer’s block, then writer’s apathy? I’m using the time-honored method of actually writing about it as a subject, but it’s something for me to work out if I’m going to be generating new material on a daily basis.
I had a few old chestnuts on my previous blog that
What're you lookin' at?
I’d toss out when I couldn’t be bothered to write something original– Best of Craigslist, furious rants about the Bush administration, weird picture or video of the day…
But I think it’s time to stretch a little.
I was reminded about the time I visited the Foreverton in Wisconsin. It was a good excuse to go and have an adventure which would in turn generate something to write about. I’m going to have acupuncture today for the first time. Perhaps something will go horribly wrong and therefore give me some writing material. Who knows?