Even if you have nothing to write, write and say so.
– Marcus Tullius Cicero
I often find myself coming to my blog, sitting and staring at an empty screen while I try to think of something to talk about. It’s not that I have nothing to say, it’s just that I don’t have anything interesting to say. There’s a big difference!
It’s easy for me to forget that not everything I do or say has to have some deep meaning behind it. At the end of the day, I’m just another person that does mundane things every day. While I’m passionate about it, I can’t talk about writing forever, and even if I did, that would be sort of boring. But if I’m not going to talk about writing, when I am a writer, what is there to talk about?
I often look at my friends who blog regularly and feel a pang of envy at their ability to find interesting things to talk about. One friend has a new blog post every week, like clockwork, chock full of interesting tidbits on everything from books to Disney World. I guess it’s because she draws on life experiences to tell interesting stories. But if I did that, what could I tell you? That I learned it’s easier to keep the oven clean if I bake a cherry pie with a piece of aluminum foil on the rack underneath it?
All in all, maybe I worry too much about being boring. But what I need to realize and get myself accustomed to is that everyone has slow weeks, or even slow months, and might not have a lot of riveting tales to tell.
So in that case, you get this – A very short, very simple blog post, in which I finally acknowledge I can’t be entertaining all the time.
Sometimes I’m boring, and you know what? That’s okay.