Sometimes, when I can’t think of anything to write about, I write about the fact that I can’t think of anything to write about. It’s a little self-contradictory but it solves a problem.
Equally, when I don’t really have time to write anything, I occasionally write about the fact that I haven’t got time to write anything, even though by writing about a lack of time to write anything, I am proving that I did have time to write something. Albeit something pointless.
The other solution would be to write nothing.
Which may be preferable in the short term but writing nothing on one occasion often leads to a longer-term scenario in which I write nothing for weeks on end.
Which is bad for me.
It may be less bad for you.
But this blog is an entirely self-indulgent affair, for the most part, so ‘bad-for-me’ is undesirable.
Then again, at the moment, I really am quite busy and being busy seems like a state of affairs which is likely to continue indefinitely.
Which means this blog is likely to take a ‘back seat’ unless I can think of a solution.
And one solution is to write shorter posts.
About not very much.
As opposed to long posts about not very much, which is my usual modus operandi.
So that’s probably what I’m going to do for a while.
Write short posts about not very much.
Like this one.
But maybe I’ll aim to make them better than this one.
Although they probably won’t be much better than this if I’m honest.