Writing

Writing

My mind is blank. I’ve been sitting here for over an hour already and I can’t think of anything to write about. This is writer’s block.

I used to hear that term and think it was so funny, writer’s block. Like just write something! So easy to say when you don’t need to write something, and you don’t have a deadline. What am I going to hand in tomorrow if I can’t think of anything to write and it’s already tonight?

I actually thought about rewriting an old story, give it a new twist! Who would know! Well, I would know, and worse, what if someone remembered the first one! How embarrassing! Not that I would know. Which would make it worse! Because I would assume someone was sitting in front of their computer reading it and saying ‘she just changed this a little! I remember this!’ How embarrassing! Nothing like being embarrassed by a total stranger that you actually made up, because I would be surprised if anyone actually remembered what I wrote.

Subject, subject, subject! I just need a subject! That’s the whole point of joining this contest, she always gives me a subject, or words, or a theme... something!! Now I know the truth.

The truth is I have no imagination! Yikes! No wonder I have never become famous! (or maybe that’s because I never submitted anything to try and get published... or that I never write anything longer than three hundred words... or that I’m lazy...)

Well, this is getting me nowhere. I can’t think of anything to write about so I am just going to write about not being able to write about anything. If I push the envelope just a hair, I bet I can get three hundred words in about it too!

Bingo!