I seem to have come down with a case of writer’s block. I’ve been staring at this screen (figuratively) all week and I’ve got nothing.
In searching online for some (any) tips, however, I came across one that wasn’t what I was looking for, yet still perfect. Don’t write. Why write for the sake of writing? Why say someone just to generate traffic, or readers, or comments? I feel guilty for leaving my blog hanging (not that there are many people who read!) but why should I? So instead of trying to think of something meaningless, I’m just not going to write. I’m sure something will come up.
Meanwhile, I’m doing good. I’m happy, my depression is under control and I’ve even had permission from my doctor to cut out one of the less favorable medicines I’m on. So often my blog is an outlet for myself, but when I don’t have a need for one…well, there’s no need to blog.
So excuse me, I’m going to visit my thrift store because it’s been a couple weeks and Home Depot to try to get some unknown weed under control and some black paint for a used, free bookcase we’ve had since we moved in. Pictures of that project to come, because I’m excited about it.
I’m going to enjoy the day alone (Geoff is out for a few hours) even though there’s no sun. Why don’t you do the same?