I haven’t written anything of interest, even to myself for weeks. I come here and stare at the page with rumbling thoughts and then write nothing.
Sometimes it is because the thoughts I have are so ugly I can’t bear to put them into black and white. Sometimes I have nothing meaningful to say. Sometimes I have so much to say that I am positively constipated with prose.
So, I sit here and write nothing.
I’m doing a Seinfeld and writing about nothing….