So, my blog is due today and I have nothing to write about. Seriously, I've been thinking about it for a week now and I guess that because I am taking two other courses that require me to write and be creative--I'm tapped-out. First, I thought that I would write about bathrooms and title it "Skip to the loo." After all, I found this fantastic picture--What could be more inspiring than that? Visually stunning and yet, nothing.
So then I thought....maybe I'll write about how much I hate snow. After all, I am pretty sure that it has been snowing since October and tonight we are supposed to get another 4-7 inches. Snow makes me scowl--it's a uncontrollable reaction that I have when I see it falling from the sky. I try to remind myself of how beautiful each little flake is--hoping that if I can appreciate the individual flake that I may learn to appreciate the piles that blanket every surface as far as the eye can see. It doesn't work though--as soon as I go outside and the bottom of my pants become soaking wet before I've even reached my car--I can feel my brow furrowing into an angry scowl. Then, when I open my car door and all of those pretty little flakes fly inside and cover my seat, I furrow a bit more.
This presumably would be a topic that I could go on and on about....but, alas, I remain uninspired. And besides, sometimes it is pretty. "How do you write about nothing, when you have nothing to write about?" I said out loud, to no one. I waited for a response, perhaps some sort of storied, divine intervention that would give me the gift of creativity--but I was met with silence. So here it is, blog #2. A blog about having nothing to write about even when you are planning to write about nothing in particular.
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So, my blog is due today and I have nothing to write about. Seriously, I've been thinking about it for a week now and I guess that because I am taking two other courses that require me to write and be creative--I'm tapped-out. First, I thought that I would write about bathrooms and title it "Skip to the loo." After all, I found this fantastic picture--What could be more inspiring than that? Visually stunning and yet, nothing. 
So then I thought....maybe I'll write about how much I hate snow. After all, I am pretty sure that it has been snowing since October and tonight we are supposed to get another 4-7 inches. Snow makes me scowl--it's a uncontrollable reaction that I have when I see it falling from the sky. I try to remind myself of how beautiful each little flake is--hoping that if I can appreciate the individual flake that I may learn to appreciate the piles that blanket every surface as far as the eye can see. It doesn't work though--as soon as I go outside and the bottom of my pants become soaking wet before I've even reached my car--I can feel my brow furrowing into an angry scowl. Then, when I open my car door and all of those pretty little flakes fly inside and cover my seat, I furrow a bit more. 
This presumably would be a topic that I could go on and on about....but, alas, I remain uninspired. And besides, sometimes it is pretty. "How do you write about nothing, when you have nothing to write about?" I said out loud, to no one. I waited for a response, perhaps some sort of storied, divine intervention that would give me the gift of creativity--but I was met with silence. So here it is, blog #2. A blog about having nothing to write about even when you are planning to write about nothing in particular. 
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