Oh, Nothing.

I feel like writing and I am really not certain what to write about.

Feel free to ignore the following.

The irony of this situation is that I bought a book in hopes of killing my writer's block (at least for a bit). It's got topics to write about, once a day for three years, or something like that. Some of them are fiction/fantasy prompts, which I have lately found harder and harder to spring from. But there are plenty of "good'ns" in there. The idea is to help the writer kick in with some killer story from these quick little prompts (and if that is eventually to be the case, well worth the $11.97 I spent on it). The reality so far is that I answer the question/react to the prompt in such a way that results in a very efficient, unimaginative, un-thought-provoking response. I begin, I end. I move onto the next. It's as if I am racing to fill all of them out so I can be done with it. WHICH, if you have been paying attention, could not be farther from the point. Maybe it's that the act of filling out this book is so new and exciting that I can't get enough of it and have entered greedy, overindulgent human territory.

I am trying to make it last; only so many this day, or only within a certain time slot. Because one day I might just be flinging words, but the next day could be the day that everything hits me right and I begin a satisfying short story, blog entry, what-have-you (which, in this daydream, can only be triggered by one of these prompts). There is little to no use for superstition, but I do believe there is use in playing the odds in a realistic fashion.

MORE irony for you: there have been what feels like SO many times where I found myself incredibly inspired with topics and/or get "key-hungry" and WISH there had been a laptop in front of me. And now I have the time and no topics. It is as if I only had so many in me, and now that I have satisfied myself with creating a few blogs on said topics, I have exhausted my ability to think/create. I hope that's not the case.

I do have a proper spooky tale I'm currently spinning (I am in mid-spin). I shared it with my mother only today and she loved it! Which may be akin to her telling me I'm special/beautiful, but I will ignore such possibilities as it is great to hear someone's positive feedback on a concept of mine. Especially from someone who values spook-master Stephen King over most writers.

I suppose I will end this here and get on to editing what story I have so far. Hopefully I will be able to think of a more enticing entry for tomorrow/the next time I'm online here.