Blocked

So far this month I've had a fairly easy time thinking of topics to write about.  I'll see something as I go about my day and it will trigger and idea.  By the time I sit down to write, that initial glimmer might have evolved into something completely different, but I can almost always trace back to the beginnings.

Today is different.

Today I'm tired and a little bit cranky.  Dinner out at the local Japanese restaurant was nice, but my girls were bickering by the end of the meal and I just wanted to go home.  Now that I'm home, staring at the list of papers I've yet to complete for my grad courses before we leave for break, all I want to do is go to bed.

I don't have anything witty to say, no astute observations about my day.  No clever story about my girls.

I'm writing about not having anything to write about.  The important thing is that I sat down and put my fingers to the keyboard and started.  Eventually there were words on the page.

Somedays are like this, I know.  Everyone who writes has days where they feel uninspired and perhaps out of words, but they keep on...

So that's the lesson I'm taking away from today.  Even if you think you have nothing to say, dig deep and let the words come.

What's your takeaway for the day?