Pretty vacant
I’m not sure why, but right now I have no words.
Usually ideas for blogging just pop into my head uninvited, the words jostling and pushing, assembling and reassembling themselves as if they have a life of their own, until I’m ready to put them on the page. For the last two weeks, there have been no ideas. The words have migrated south for the winter. I don’t know when they will be back.
I wish I knew why this was happening. I feel bereft without them, a little empty.
I just don’t know what to say.
May 18th, 2007 at 2:30 pm
Are you sure they don’t migrate north for the winter from Namibia?
May 18th, 2007 at 2:50 pm
That happened to me for a while. Why not ask readers if there is anything they want to ask or know?
That was my crap idea until something horrific happened that I could write about.
May 18th, 2007 at 4:53 pm
Bill, good point, well made.
Ourman – kaching! Done.
May 18th, 2007 at 5:38 pm
Just think–some people live whole lives with that kind of mental environment. Please don’t read that the wrong way; I don’t mean it as either an insult to any such people or an attempt to minimize your sense of emptiness. Just an observation.