Why is it that sometimes you think that you have a great idea, a thought for a post that couldn’t be better, but when you sit down to try to put the words on the page, it just doesn’t feel the same?  I know that everyone feels that sometimes.  I wouldn’t so much call it writer’s block as much as it is just the possible lack of flesh on the original concept.  I don’t even actually remember what it was that I had thought was such a good idea to write about, but as soon as I opened the page to start writing it just didn’t seem as worthwhile anymore.

Sometimes there are ideas that really just flow from the brain through the fingers and onto the page.  Other times they seem to need a little coaxing.  Every now and then they don’t really want to come at all.  It is strange though, that many of the times that words just flow is when you least intend for that to happen.  It is like getting in the zone, you have to see where things take you.

Inspiration can certainly come in many forms and at any time.  I am sure that when I take the time to actually put pen to paper this summer and write some real letters to people, words will come.  I do think though, that there is something magical about real mail that you don’t get from email, IM’s or blogs.  I also think that there is something about the physicality of actually writing (which I think is becoming a dying art) that makes it very conducive for creative juices to get going.

I suppose the other thing that I could take into account is the fact that I am up way past my bedtime and the past days have been very long.  The days will only get longer though as the summer progresses.  It seems that all the good ideas come lat at night though.  Not the best combination of events when you spend a summer at camp.  Could be a lot worse though.  When you think about it, how many people do you know who will write something about not writing something and actually make it a post you can ponder?

In the end, what does it boil down to?  Could be a post on nothing….

Why is doing nothing so hard to do?  I probably shouldn’t admit that I really didn’t do anything today, but it is true.  I mean, I didn’t really get to take full advantage of my day off yesterday due to getting up early to go help with the ice show, so I figured that I could take today as my lazy day.  Sure, we have a show tonight, but I had the rest of the day to do nothing.  So, I did.

Here is the thing though, I slept in, didn’t even really stay up late last night anyway, and then I didn’t really do anything aside from go to the supermarket.  Yet here I am getting set up for tonight’s performance of the show and I am tired.  What is up with that?  Why is it that when you do nothing for a day that you still end up tired?  Shouldn’t I have tons of energy since I didn’t use any?

The worst thing is the fact that I probably should have actually done something.  I mean sure, I did sort all the photos from the invited audience night of the show, but really.  I could have found something to do, something outside.  I did most of the dishes in the sink, but that doesn’t really count for much, there is still a lot of cleaning that needs done before we leave for the summer.  Gonna be fun.  Just hard to motivate to do stuff like that.

Maybe I just need to find something to do.  Hopefully tomorrow Costco will call and tell me they have my new tires so that I have something to do.  It also sounds like I will have a meeting to go to later this week.  Anything to do is better than nothing.  If nothing else, i should shave, that is something I have been neglecting for a few days.

Well, I am sure that this post probably has bored everyone to tears, so I think I will leave it at that.