Last week, I said to a friend, "I have nothing to say..." I then wondered why she burst into such a laughing fit that tears were rolling down her cheeks.
"What?" I said.
I was informed by my friend, that I always had something to say. If there was a contest for The Most Talkative Person On The Planet, I would be a winner. Bookies would not allow bettors to partake because I would be such A Sure Thing.
"Yeah, yeah, okay, you're hilariously funny," I told my friend. "But I can't think of anything to write about on my Blog." It was the First Time Ever - I was mortified. As I saw it, writing was completely different from talking.
Talking got me in trouble throughout my primary school life. Not one day went by when I did not get The Strap, for talking. Hey, I wonder if I could, nowadays, sue the Education Ministry?
I could go even further back. My mum used to repeatedly get her knuckles rapped with a ruler by her teacher for talking. Gosh, I wonder if over-talking is somehow genetic?
Anyway, back to my blog block. I sat in front of the computer, fingers hovering over the keys, with a completely blank mind. Oh goodness, was this the first step towards Alzheimers?
The hours seemingly ticked by. I looked at my watch. What, I'd only been sitting there for five minutes.
So, I went for a swim instead.
Then ... back to my laptop, looking at my watch again.
Eureka!- I'd write about my watch.
And I did write about it. Last week.
The only trouble is, what the heck do I write about next week?
Question?: how long do writing blocks last?