Sometimes there is nothing to write about. Inspiration is in a valley of hide and seek. With the Holidays one would think there would be something interesting to write about. The history of Christmas, Yule, etc. The family traditions. Heck even writing about decorations would be of some interest to someone. Yet, nothing comes. Though this post in itself may be attestment to the fact I am writing at least.
Most of this blog is in relation to writing. How and what and why I write. But sometimes there is nothing. Writing about writing becomes stagnate. A writer’s block about a writer’s block.
Perhaps it is because it is too early in the morning. Then again, maybe not.