The worst thing in the world has to be The Want to Write ... but nothing to write about. While I'm certain that this small detail has certainly not deterred many, many, many Facebook devotees, it seems that I'm in that place. All aboard my thought train for a moment:
Well, I could write about my work. But do I WANT people to read what I write? Then I probably ought not write about work. I tend to do too much venting. I'm working on getting to a better place with that, though. Baby steps. Next idea. How about writing about my family? Hm. My 3-year-old IS absolutely the. most. amazing. thing. since. everything. amazing. But, you don't know her, so you probably don't have the same appreciation (though I will likely try and convince you against your will).
How about writing about my memories? Well, I have one or two of those ... although, lately, it seems as though I have fewer and fewer. I blame aspartame. But, there may still be a couple of fun ones littering the dusty streets of the ghost town in my head. I guess I could start with one of those. Wow. Well, surely I'll think of something worthwhile to put in my next entry ... because it seems as though I've written a fair amount of zip-o-la already.
Well, passengers, if you haven't yet thrown yourself off the train, sit tight. The snacks are at least worth the ride.
