Extremely Boring Blog About the Fact that I Can't Think of Anything to Blog About- Please Don't Ask Me Why

So I can’t think of anything to write about and it has been seven long months since I’ve sat down to write anything. I have been remiss. To top it off, I am writing an extremely boring blog that even I am going to have trouble reading after I’m done.

You know it’s bad when you’re writing about the fact that you have nothing to write about.

My goal here is just to get something down on page and getting something logged into the site. I want back in your guys’s club.

Wow. This writing thing is extremely painful. I’ve forgotten. I think I’m kind of going through a sort of winter in my mind. My imagination has lain dormant for so long that it’s become frozen and packed in ice. I’m like Han Solo at the beginning of Return of the Jedi. And the only way I know to free myself is actually to do the reading and writing. Turn on the mental TV again as I keep trying to describe to my students.

I would like to say thank you to this new writing group I am working with. Without you guys, I would not be pushing myself to do this. But I know I have a meeting with you guys on Monday and I wanted to get something down on paper even though it might just be the worst thing I’ve ever written although there may be some heavy competition for this category if you'll just scroll down a bit.

3:09 p.m. I am alone in my little bungalow classroom located on the outskirts of campus next to the tennis courts- a little area I like to call “outer Mongolia” but I love it and I would never want to change this. As I write, there’s a band playing Spanish music outside. I have the door closed, but the drums are making it hard to hear myself think. This is my world. I also have softball, cheer, and soccer going on in different places to my left. It’s a barrage of noise I’m going to have to compete with when I write these blogs because I think this is where I will honestly get the most writing done. At home, I become active with everything under the sun. Jack never takes no for an answer when it comes to the walks.

3:37 p.m. The band has quieted now and I’m left to only a few sounds to compete with- bouncing basketball (somewhere straight ahead of me) and an extremely high-pitched whistle which may or may not be inside my head.

So I will say good-bye for today with hopes that I will be able to come back again and do this more often.

The adventure begins again.