nothingness

I try to write something every day.  Either for this blog, my journal or just for fun.  I find it keeps my brain active even if the rest of me is falling apart.

But this morning I struggled.

I opened my laptop.  Nothing.

My journal.  Nothing.

A blank piece of scrap paper.  Nothing

My mind was completely and utterly blank.

Now, this is of no great concern to me in the grand scheme of things.  But it got me thinking.  Imagine how such a day would feel if you wrote for a living? An author maybe; a journalist perhaps. Who knows, maybe even a professional blogger.

aaaaaaaarghhhhh

Then having an empty screen, piece of paper and mind would be truly concerning.  What if it persisted?  Would your career be over?

I don’t know.  But what I do know is that it eventually gave me something to write about today, even if only for a few minutes, so I could keep up my daily routine of scribbling complete nonsense down.