Nothing to write about
I was seating in my bed with my computer in front of me, I had put some music on to see if I could clear my head and start writing, but the only thing I could hear was the clock ticking telling me that it was getting late and I still had no idea what I could blog about. It was weird, with all I talked during the day I never thought that the time would come when I had nothing to write about, or better said I couldn’t think of anything interesting to write about. I could write about how much I liked to play tennis, or the cool places I had always wanted to go, but I had already talked about how I liked ballet and said more than enough about the places I wanted to visit, that I was sure everyone was tired of hearing me say I had gone to China and wanted to go to Australia. I thought of other passions I had, because my blog was supposed to be about that, but I just felt that I should give my readers a brake of reading week after week the same story of were I started to do my passion and how much I loved to do it, because honestly, I was tired of writing the same thing over and over again. I wanted to write something that would capture my reader’s attention, that would make them hungry for more, but I guess that was to much to ask from by head that day. We were also supposed to try and use voice in or post, which stressed me even more because I didn’t even think I had a voice. I was so used to writing the same way week after week that it became a routine, I just couldn’t find a way of braking from it. When my teacher read to our class some examples of posts that had voice in it, some of the really good ones were funny, they entertained you, but that’s just it am not funny. I sometimes say funny things that come out of the bloom, but when am pressured, like when I say a joke (and everyone who knows me knows how “GOOD” those jokes are) they turn up a disaster and no one laughs at them, lets just say I don’t have a career as a comedian. The clock kept ticking, everyone at my house was going to sleep, and I just had edublogs and word open but neither had anything written on them. Everything I thought I could write about would only be about a sentence long even if I write it very detailed, and when I was really got frustrated and my eyes were starting to shut because I was falling asleep, I thought of doing a really long description of my shoes that were lying next to my bed, but that was such a boring idea, that I thought I would fall asleep before even getting to the color of the laces, which would be more than what my readers would last if they read my post. But after I but my clock in the bathroom because I couldn’t stand one more second of its ticking, it came to me, how could I not think of it before, the idea had been their all along. I would write of not knowing what to write, and look at that I was able to write more than 550 words of I don’t even know what, but I was happy of how it turned out and I knew I would be able to sleep in peace with myself.
