Day Seventeen: Code Red, The Writer's Block Has Begun

This is the first day in seventeen days that I have sat down to write and stared blankly at a blinking cursor on the vast, empty whiteness of a stupid, taunting text box. Seventeen days have gone by and there has always been an idea in my head. They haven't all been very fascinating or interesting ideas, but they were ideas just the same. They gave me the opportunity to put some kind of words together to keep this project going. But today, I tugged and poked at my brain all day, and nothing came to mind. So here I sit, writing about having nothing to write about. But then again, if I'm writing about it, I suppose I do have an idea, and thus I'm doing okay. But still, it's a little frightening that only a little over two weeks into this commitment I'm already pulling out the "writer's block" card. I need to come up with some more inspiration, and fast.

In response, my boyfriend planted an interesting nugget of thought into my head last night. I was complaining that I was finding it difficult to find interesting topics to write about, to which he replied with something to the effect of "You get ideas from life experiences. If you don't go out and have stories to tell, it's no wonder you're having trouble." So maybe, it's possible, that I don't have enough to write about because I sit around wondering what to write about far too often. Perhaps it would be more effective if I lived my life and wrote around it, rather than making this project and my writing the most interesting part of my life. What's to write about if you're only living writing? So, I'm going to do a little experiment to see if I can create some inspiration for myself.

For more reasons than one, I'm going to make more of an effort to go out and immerse myself in groups of people I don't normally surround myself with. I'll do as other twenty-three-year-olds do and go to the redneck dance club on Saturday. I'll stay up past 9:30 AM. Please excuse me if this seems lame; that I appear to be doing this purely for the one reason that it will give me something to write about. I actually want to start going out more, seeing my friends more, and being more social. While I'm not home all that often anymore (I hardly ever see my house on weekends), I really don't see many people.

So while I'm growing a small, green set of wings to become a tiny social butterfly, I'm going to see if it makes this writing thing any easier. Then maybe I'll at the very least have enough material to write about for two or three days, instead of miraculously coming up with something an hour or two before it comes time for me to write. I'm waiting, inspiration. I'm listening.