Sometimes the writing well is dry.
It is a funny thing, really, this whole concept of keeping an essentially stream of consciousness writing project going. Sometimes I find myself inspired, almost burning up within from the words that are trying to pour out of me. Sometimes I find myself in possession of interesting events that have happened during the day or a conversation that has settled into my thought patterns and will not let go. Sometimes I actually do something that is blog worthy.
But sometimes, there is nothing. No words, no events or conversations, no "thing" that is something one can craft words out of.
But writing, I have come to understand, is like any other activity - like weight lifting, for example. If I only lifted weights when I felt like it, I would scarcely see any results at all. There are nights - like last night - where the lifting hardly seems to be accomplishing anything at all. But one puts in the work even if it is boring or uninspired because it is the collection of such things over time that gives one the results, not the single event.
So writing is the thing - even when there seems to be nothing to write about. So what is there to document?
That sometimes the writing well seems dry. But you write anyway.