As you’ve probably guessed, I’m a wee bit frustrated.
This little cursor thing is starting to piss me off. Flashing away, not a care in the world, anxiously anticipating my next keystroke. It’s maddening.
It’s mocking me, I can tell.
“Got nothing?” It says, nonchalantly. “Well I’ve got all day…”
Honestly, It’s all I can do not to throw my laptop out of the window.
Blank page syndrome, that’s what it is. When a writer stares blankly at his or her screen, hoping against hope that a coherent, well reasoned piece of writing will just magically appear before them.
An idea. A spark. Anything! Nope?
I could just spew a load of rubbish across the page to stop my little cursor friend I suppose, but that would do no good. I’d rather waste time staring at a blank screen than pen some rubbish about any old topic. An idea will come, any minute now…
As a student of journalism, I’m forever being told to blog. Constantly. About anything. Well, not just anything-anything that someone might want to read, just on the off-chance they’d be able to find it amongst the time-wasting, mind-numbing games and Romanian pornography that so populates the inter-web.
So I’ve never anything left to write about when I really need it. Great.
They also tell us to take literally any opportunity to get stuff published. Makes sense. But there are only so many hours in the day – and I need sleep.
Wait. Did I just write a post about how I’ve run out of ideas? Score.