I don’t have any idea of what to write about tonight.
I mean, I do have ideas. I want to write about writing. I also have a ton of very opinionated ideas about how the world should work, how things should be run, how our lives should be better. I just can’t articulate any of them right now. Not one, even though I’ve thought about many of my ideas over and over again. I know them well, and yet the words won’t come tonight.
That’s ok.
No, really, it’s ok. There’s nothing wrong with not having an idea. I can just spend the evening doing something completely pointless, or at least, less productive.
Like playing my current favorite video game.
Or catching up on the latest episodes of my favorite TV shows. (I’ve been really into The Flash and Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. lately.)
Or even better, reading! I’ve gotten pulled back into two classic series that I read years and years ago.
One is the Shannara series. Mostly because I started reading the Elfstones of Shannara in anticipation of the new mini-series MTV is broadcasting in a few weeks.
The other is the Well World saga, and that’s because I recently discovered I somehow missed three books from that particular series and now I’m reading them.
So, short post, but I got some writing done today, at least.
Move along.
Nothing to see here.
😉
Singing Meat 