I suppose if we are keeping score I would have to admit failure on that whole National Blog Posting Month thing. Oh well. It was fun while it lasted. I actually felt productive in the writing department for a few days in November, and I had hoped that the jump start would maintain my creative engine for a while. It didn’t. Now I am feeling blank and wordless again, like when you say a book or movie was great, and someone asks you to describe it, and you suddenly forget everything about it: “Well, there was this girl. And she was…she was uh…white. And she had a baby. The baby was…it was small. And they lived in a city. A house in a city.” Finally you say something along the lines of, “Well, it’s hard to describe. You just need to experience it yourself.” That, in a nutshell, is me, writing about my life.
I’ve said before that my lack of writing does not indicate a lack of subject matter. Realistically, things happen every day. I can talk about those things, sometimes in a humorous or reflective way that is interesting and witty, even when the things themselves are neither humorous, reflective, interesting, nor witty. But sometimes, and by sometimes I mean today, I simply cannot bring myself to write about the flotsam and jetsam floating around in my head. It is just uninteresting. About as uninteresting as jury duty, which I have tomorrow. My plan: to blog on the government’s dime. My hope: that I didn’t just secure a cosmic seat on some bizarre case for planning to use my civic duty as a blogfest.