The process of nothing
Then a day comes, it is
almost over and of all the events that happened in the day you wonder how there
cannot be something to write about. Maybe there is something to write about and
since I just woke up to take my pills, I am a bit slow on the uptake and tired
in the head, as if that has ever stopped me, Brian will have you believe
differently.
Yet, with everything
coursing through my mind like neurons in riotous tumult, a few things looked
plausible for a late blog and then it all seemed like hard work which for this
time of the day can best be done without. Now, you might call it writer’s
block, it could fall in the spectrum of that nebulous term, but it is closer to
fatigue than the absence of material.
This is probably
something I am beginning to perfect, the art of having nothing at all to write
about and in writing about the dearth of things to share, I have just enough
paragraphs to pass for another blog, and the deed is done. We can conclude that
a blog is just as difficult to write as it is easy, even the process alone is
blogging, and so, there we have it.
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