Thick walls of nothing in my path

What to write about….what to write. Hmm…that spot on the floor is a cool shape sorta. Maybe I could write something about that. You know, like a history, or maybe an analysis of its shape and composition. I don’t know, people hate spots, and really, it is just an everyday spot. If I want to make it I am going to have to write about something that really gets peoples attention.

Bacon! I have bacon cooking and I could talk about that. Then again, I have already written a column about bacon, and I am afraid it would just be the same column. Ooh ahh I love bacon, all the same jazz. Man…what to write, what to write?!

I could just go off on some rant, and write pages of nonsense. That is the easy way out. I just talk about something, sorta like the spot idea. I would go into great detail on the spot, but when you finished reading it you would feel like you don’t really know anything about the spot you didn’t know before you started to read about the spot. I don’t want that, I want you to feel good about. Like you learned something and you just have to go tell all your friends about it.

I could write about diabetes. It has a big effect on my life, but I have had to deal with it so long I rarely notice it anymore. Plus I am sure you have heard me bitch about it before. I could talk about the movie playing in the background, but it is just one of those conversation movies that I don’t really like that much anyways.

I could write about how people think they are so smart when they really are so dumb, but then again, that is hypocritical no matter who writes it or how they do it. Everybody is dumb.

My friend just told me that she has a lot of kids she keeps in her closet, and the ones that don’t survive she sows into her mattress. Does this offend most people? Because truly deep down inside I feel nothing. She doesn’t have kids, or at least I hope not. I think I would have noticed if she was carrying a child.

In every writers life they come to a point where there is just nothing. The world is filled with things you have already thought about, and you have nothing left to say to the world. You have said it all and when you look back on what you said you still see nothing. You remember the hours of hard work you put into all that writing, and to end up with a nothing feeling is the worst. All that work was just a waste.

So nothing happens in your life and you sit in front of a computer day after day thinking to yourself, “what to write….what to write.”

Then one morning you decided to change your life. You get in your car and watch the ice melt away from the windshield, and then you drive around looking for a job, applying for school, and talking to the local people. When you are done you return home and sit at the computer. You still don’t have a job, and school is still a far away dream.

Then you realize that to write, all you need is a dream, and you start to type. Typing nothing all day until the sun goes down.

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