I’ve sat at my computer for nearly two hours racking my brain to come up with a brilliant post. No go. Wouldn’t you think after six months of blogging that I should be due for a spectacular blog post that amazes and inspires all who read it? Yeah, I know. Too lofty of a goal.
Since I’m not known for brilliance or inspiration, I aimed for the lower standard of simply finding something amusing to blog about, or better yet, relate the everyday event to writing in some way (since this is my writing blog). I failed there, too.
The sad thing is, I had a glimmer of an idea during my 45-minute bumper-to-bumper commute to work this morning. My post-it note pad and pen were within reach, but I didn’t want to risk jotting the idea down because, with my luck, I’d end up rear-ending the car in front of me. Then, I’m afraid, I would have to break my positivity rule and blog about my nasty commute. No, no; can’t have that. No angry rants allowed here.
I live in a desert, so I am conscientious about water conservation. (It hasn’t rained since I-don’t-know-when and it was 105 degrees today…we didn’t get the memo that it’s supposed to be Autumn now.) I am aware that if wasted, our water supply could be depleted and everything here would die. It’s already brown and dry, but without water, it would get even worse.
I know you’re probably thinking I’m delirious right now (I could be; I’m awfully tired.) I mean, what does this have to do with writing? Here it is: right now, I feel like I’m low on creativity (like the water in the city’s well) and I’m a little worried that I’ll run out.
Over the last couple weeks, I’ve been working on short stories. I finally have an ending written to Kharma’s Way, which I post on Saturday mornings on Serial Central. I’ve written another short story for my writing class and a third short story that I’m thinking of entering in a contest. Unfortunately, I can’t share details of any of these with you just yet. I can’t even mention the ideas because I’m still paranoid that someone will steal the ideas and write stories better than mine. Old fears never die, I suppose.
So, my creative juices are merely trickling right now. I will do my best to conserve blog ideas (and not think about it when I’m driving) so you will not have to endure another post such as this one.
I sure hope creativity is a renewable resource…
I’m curious – how do your blog posts come to you? Do you plan them well in advance, or fly by the seat of your pants? (Sorry…unintentional, very bad rhyme there.) Please share. (Oops, did the rhyme thing again.)