My brain is empty today. That happens a lot, actually. It’s not that I don’t want to write a blog post (or start a conversation, or write a story). It’s just that there’s nothing going on upstairs. And not for lack of trying. I’ve probably been sitting here for twenty minutes struggling to come up with an idea.
It’s snowing like crazy outside. Autumn, autumn, autumn, then BOOM, it’s winter. I suppose I could write something about that, but what? “Hey, look at that snow. That is some snow out there, I tell you what.” See? I’ve now exhausted the full extent of my analysis RE: the snow.
Now I’m writing about having nothing to write about and I still can’t think of anything. We are scraping the bottom of the barrel. Metaphorically speaking.
I don’t have any barrels.
Let’s try this again tomorrow, shall we?