This is Writer’s Blank. I cannot think of a thing to say beyond lamenting the fact that I cannot think of a thing to say.
Do I really intend to post ANOTHER entry about Not Writing? Oh, you knew I was going to get around to it sooner or later. My actual plan today is to write this right now so at least I am writing something, then put it in my Save Draft section for use in an emergency. Of course, I have tried this plan before only to publish it right away, because I did not have anything else.
I wrote the above last September, never finished it, never put it in Save Drafts. I wish to heaven I had, because I’ve got a busy weekend ahead and no blog posts in sight.
At least, I wrote a post earlier this week and I had another Mohawk Valley adventure last night. Additionally, I plan to go running after work, which is usually good for a few hundred words. Moreover, it is Lame Post Friday. There is no need whatsoever to stress about what to write for my blog post. By my own self-imposed rules, I am off the proverbial hook (remember that: if you ever want to use a cliche, just insert the word “proverbial” and you’re being self-aware and self-deprecating. Maybe even post-ironic, my favorite).
Full disclosure: I’m not even having Writer’s Blank today. I wrote another scene in my novel which actually — dare I hope? — advanced the plot. But you know how it is, you get to the end of a scene and you’re done, unless you can think of another scene, which I could not.
Further disclosure: My weekend got a little less stressed after I wrote the fourth paragraph when Saturday overtime got cancelled. I would even have time to think of a real, non-lame Friday post, if I felt so inclined.
Obviously I do not. Now I’m only sitting here trying to think of a good Lame headline. So far nothing is coming.