Well, here I am, eight days into the Month of Writing, and I have nothing to write about. Oh sure, I have ideas, but they are either not developed enough yet, or are better suited for another day. I suppose I should have prepared for this contigency, but no one has ever accused me of being that organized.
However, even without a specific idea, I still push forward, hoping to find something interesting from this exercise. The very fact that I continue this endeavor has some value, even if it is of little interest to anybody but myself. It allows me to take a deep look at how I structure my writing, and gives me a chance to better establish my writing voice. At the very least, it might convince me to be prepared with real topics in the future.
I suppose I could have just phoned it in with an countdown list or a miscellaneous musings post. However, I felt that those would betray the purpose of the Month of Writing, and really wouldn't count. Besides, many other sites on the internet do lists far better than I could, and I really don't want to become the next Larry King. I guess I could have done my next entry on the Presidents, but that is technically a large countdown list.
Instead, you will just have to live with my short post on writing about having nothing to write. I'm sure I'll look back on this post with embarrassment at the end of this month, confident that this is the nadir of my output. At least until I start with the gimmicky weddings and the cute moppets that appear out of nowhere. Oh wait, that's for Month of Writing, January 2010.
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