Home of the Writer's Block

I really wanted to post today, but I can't think of anything to write about. I have writer's block. I know their's so many things I could write about. I just can't think. In a way I have already found something to write about by writing about my writer's block. So by not having anything to write about I have actually found something to write about. This might be my most intellectual post yet. I think I just wrinkled my brain.

It's crazy how writer's block works. I've never actually had it until now so I never knew what it would be like exactly. It's actually quite intense. I have so many thoughts and ideas in my head that I can't land on one. I could write about all of them but that would be the biggest cluster of a post ever. I could choose one thing but then there wouldn't be anything substantial. This must be what Dane Cook goes through every time he has to write for a Comedy Central special that was blindly handed to him. I always thought writer's block was just the product of lack of creativity. Now I know the truth. Sometimes you can be so creative and so thoughtful that you can't choose what to write about. Then again, maybe I am creative because I just turned my having nothing to write about into an entire post about how I have nothing to write about. Once again, brain wrinkled. You never saw Mark Twain writing about his inabillity to come up with something to write about. Land of the Steve - 1, Mark Twain - 0.

Writer's block is always a tricky thing to deal with. Every English teacher I have ever had has said that if you encounter writer's block you should clear your mind and just started writing about the first thing you think of. It's the getting started that's the head part. But once you get started you get on a roll and can't stop. Well this post is the product of that strategy. Really worked out well huh? Cause when I have writer's block all I think about is that I have nothing to write about. So this is what you get.

For those of you reading this thinking "what the hell?" You are not alone. I am just as confused as you are, and I'm the one writing this. So for your benefit and mine I think I will end this paradox of a post right here. I want to thank your eyes for reading this. Have a good day. Goodbye.


What I'm Listening To:
"The Gardener" by The Tallest Man On Earth