a short meditation on a lack of ideas

 Dear Reader,

  I started this blog as a sort of outlet, a way for me to write without any expectations, to write whatever I wanted and in whatever way I wanted to write it; this seemed especially helpful because my writing voice, I feel, is a little too niche, a little to wordy, and perhaps too dense for the average reader. This is, of course, not a bad thing, nor is it a way for me to perceive myself as having greater intelligence than I possess, I simply enjoy writing in a way that is likely not going to be enjoyable for most people to read. And so I started this blog.

  And now I feel I have nothing to write. I have no topics that I feel are appropriate for me discuss. It must be something personal enough that I have an opinion, a desire to expand upon the idea, but it must be distant enough that this doesn't simply become an online diary. There is nothing wrong with an online diary, of course, but it is not quite what I want this to be. And so I have nothing to write. 

  I don't have any sort of grand ambitions for this, either. It is completely anonymous, and I do not advertise it anywhere. I have no wish, as of yet, to disclose this particular work to any of my friends or acquaintances. Perhaps that is what has caused the stagnation, at least in part. I have no source of feedback or ideas, and so I am left to come up with them on my own.

  This is a much shorter post than I anticipated, however, I do not think that a bad thing. This is a place for me to work out and process things, and I feel I have done that to the extent necessary today. Perhaps sometime in the future I will have more, better ideas to talk about than my own writer's block, which extends beyond the scope of this blog. 

  So, as always,

  Clara