Imagine for a moment that it’s blogging day and nothing is coming to the blogger. It’s not that nothing is going on. It’s just the “what to blog about” question. Now, imagine that the blogger is me. No imagination required, actually.
It’s sort of like the white space on a whiteboard. It’s perfectly fine. In fact, the white space is what’s required in order to have the contrast that allows us to see the writing once it’s up on the board. Same here: the contrasting “blank” day allows me to see more clearly the bits that get filled in with inspiration, creative juices, imagination or whatever you want to call it.
Yeah. I went on a couple of blog sites that have the some-number-of-things-to-blog-about. (Just type “what to blog about” into Google.com and you’ll see what I mean.) Nothing. Don’t get me wrong, they had some lovely ideas. They just were not ideas that spurred me on to write a post.
Blogging is a sideline, a profession, a job, fun, stressful, imaginative, pedantic, mundane, extraordinary. Funny: I didn’t really set out to be a blogger. Yet here I am on a Wednesday morning with a deadline. Who set the deadline? My business. How many people in my business? Two. And the deadline was not set by the other person.
I took a look at my upcoming topics: fear and creativity, musician’s resource materials, being in the business of a creative artist, social media, music and it’s effects on the brain, and so on. Really of interest to me, each of them. But they either “would take too long” or didn’t grab me this morning.
Well, there you have it. That’s what happens when an improvisational artist tells about having nothing to say. Suddenly, there are 300+ words on the page.
It’s time to post. Another delightful deadline come and gone. If you’re still reading, I think you’re awesome. After all, in many ways, you are my inspiration.