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When you have nothing to say…

January 7, 2011

When a person has nothing to say he should simply not say anything.

Generally, and some people would disagree with this, not saying anything is usually pretty easy for me, but ever since November I’ve been sort of hung up on this consecutive days blogging thing and I hate to break the streak for something as silly as not having anything to say. Look at the Republicans and see where not having anything to say has gotten them.

I looked at the news and didn’t see anything that excited me. There was Ted Williams, the homeless guy with the golden voice, but other people, most notably my friend Mo, blogged about him better than I could and Ted Williams makes me think of baseball which is something I don’t want to do when the temperature is barely above zero. And to be honest, Ted Williams, the homeless guy with the golden voice, is sort of a sad story.

Batting zero on ideas I even looked at the entertainment news and thought I could maybe blog about Camille Grammar but I really don’t like her, and I really do like Kelsey Grammar, so I decided against that.

I searched around for some writing prompts but didn’t find anything and I realized that I’d finally hit the wall. I was done. Finished. Toast. Over. Complete. Out for the count. Fin.

As I wiped away the lone tear falling down my left cheek something unusual happened. I felt a stirring way down deep in my stomach where that strange thing called ‘optimism’ went to hide a dozen or so years ago. I didn’t recognize the funny feeling at first, but the sensation grew and expanded and built on itself and soon I started to feel very frightened because, well, I don’t know, but optimism can be a frightening thing for someone who’s not used to it. Suddenly the optimism broke through my blogging uncertainty like a pimple popping up on senior prom night and I felt my fists loosen and my fingers warm and my pulse quicken and I was suddenly ready. No, I was more than ready, I was suddenly born to blog.

I took a deep breath, and with the strange sensation of optimism pulsing through my body, came here to WordPress and realized for the second time today that I had nothing to say. But at least now I knew, thanks to this elixir of exhiliration, that if I did have something to say, darn it, I could say it really well!

4 Comments leave one →
  1. January 7, 2011 8:37 pm

    I enjoyed your post about searching for ideas. I am currently struggling with this post a day challenge too. I’ve read a lot of posts these past few days where people seem to be rambling, searching for something to say. I’ve found many of them more interesting than the polished articles. Keep going. My fall-back is always pressing something from another blog and writing about it.


  2. January 7, 2011 11:24 pm

    Michael’s Fishbowl: Powered by optimism.

    When I was in high school, one of my English teachers asked me to guest lecture for her freshman creative writing class. My lecture was based on the premise that, even if you’ve got nothing to say, say something about nothing.

    There’s a lot to say about nothing.


  3. January 8, 2011 9:13 am

    The same constantly happens to me. And you know, beofre deciding to join twitter, I read some and thought: “bu I have tosmething to say. I’ll do it”. Once there, I realized that or I had something to say that it wouldn’t fit in 140 characters or that I had nothing to say. And that nobody had really soemthing to say. I quit.

    But this thing about blogging everyday is interesting because here you are “forced” to think and elaborate something more interesting, even saying “nothing” like your post today.

    I had no idea who is Camille Grammar… I just checked google and I’m happy that you decided to not blog about her. :p


  4. Rubia permalink
    January 8, 2011 12:22 pm

    Oh, by “nothing” I meant apparently nothing (but lot of things within).
    Just to explain. 😛


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