I have no idea what this is going to be about. I fired up my laptop, opened Word, then spent ten minutes staring at a blank screen. So, it seems like I’m writing about not having anything to write about.
I was full of enthusiasm and drive when I sat down, with the intention of hitting the keyboard for a while. I hadn’t planned what I was going to write about, but I had a couple of half formed and nebulous ideas floating around in my noggin and usually that’s enough; not this time though.
Is having nothing to write about a good reason not to write; maybe. However, I could also see it as an exercise, or a challenge even. If I can write a decent sized blog when there’s nothing in my head to fuel such an endeavour, then surely, I can write anytime I want to. At least that’s what floated into my head as I started typing this paragraph. Of course, it’s also possible that it’ll turn out that I don’t know what I’m talking about.
It’s undoubtedly the case that I can only get so far on momentum and bugger all else, but who knows, maybe what I end up with will be interesting. If only because I manage to write a fair amount of something about nothing.
Usually when I’m writing, I’m listening to music. Currently I’m listening to the soundtrack to ‘We Bought a Zoo’ and it’s a nice feel-good series of tracks, which I would recommend to anyone looking for something to write to. I’m managing to write about nothing and am racking up quite a word count while I’m doing it, so maybe it’s got magic powers?
As of the first word of the paragraph you’re now reading, my word count was two hundred and eighty-six words*. I have no idea how long I can keep going without touching on something vaguely approaching a topic and in fact I’ve already felt like I’m running out of steam a couple of times, so who knows.
When I’m blogging, I normally like to finish off by writing a little, in conclusion part; wrapping the whole thing up in a little summary parcel if you will**. With that in mind, that’s my next paragraph, as I feel like I’ve just about run out of steam now and am in danger of repeating myself, just to keep going.
There you have it, a blog about writing about nothing. To be quite honest, when I started typing this, I thought I was just writing for the sake of writing and up to a point that is true, but I think I’ve also written something that’s been of worth to me.
Of course, just because I got something out of it, it doesn’t mean that you, the reader will. You may find it boring, or pointless; perhaps boring and pointless. You may find it to be self-indulgent claptrap. Whatever you think about it though, I appreciate you taking the time to read it.
I promise my next blog will be about something; hopefully.
*Final word count five hundred and forty words; nice.
**Reading this back, that comment makes me sound like I’m channelling my inner Alan Partridge.