Finding Something to Write About

I made a writing goal of 500 words a day a couple of days ago. It seemed rather easy at the time, but today not so much.

I’ve been reading books, reading blogs, playing games, and thinking about a ton of random things that I’m sure normal people don’t think about, but when I go to a blank page to write everything just seems to empty out of my mind. The white nothingness glares at me, almost daring me to put something on it, knowing that if I do it won’t be anything I like. *sigh*

Today has been a lazy day. Not bad, just lazy. I’ve had zero motivation to do anything constructive. I did force myself to job search online and I forced myself to put my games on hold for a couple of hours to begin an application process for a job. But in the end I yawn, look at the time for the zillionth time, and wish it were late enough for me to go to bed. All I really want is to sleep and wake up to a new day refreshed and ready to get out of the house. Of course at today’s rate I just want to feel refreshed and motivated enough to leave the bedroom…

Yawn. It’s still not late enough to go to bed, I know because I just checked the time again. My word count is at 228…

I suppose today will become one the “almost made my goal” days. My first thus far since making a writing goal (all of 2 days ago). It is becoming increasingly painful to find something to say now because my blurb of a thought on not having a thought to write about is pretty much done. I suppose I shall make tomorrow’s goal 750 words to even it out. Eh, maybe not.

334 words is my final count, not because anyone reading this truly cares, but because my OCD won’t let me NOT take a final count now that I’ve been talking about it…