Coming up Short

I have no ideas.

I read all these wonderful prompts from other bloggers and the words and images go through my eyes and into my brain where they’re spun around and processed, filtered, sorted, washed and dried, and instead of spitting out a fun or interesting idea I get nothing.

I look at the people and the world around me and the sounds and images go through my ears and eyes and into my brain where they’re spun around and processed, filtered, sorted, washed and dried, and instead of spitting out a fun or interesting idea I get nothing.

Nada.

Nill.

Nix.

Gornisht.

How else can you say ‘nothing’?

I am sans ideas.

Maybe alien spiders crawled up my nose in the middle of the night and made their way into my brain where they’ve been spending their time eating my ideas and hatching baby spiders that crawl out of my nose in the middle of the night and make their way into other people’s bedrooms and crawl up their noses in the middle of the night and eat their ideas.

Needing.

Missing.

I am idea-less.

“He ain’t got nothin’ at all.”