Writing Without Purpose

Yesterday I looked over at the bathroom counter and saw a pencil. It was one of those really sharp pencils that would have made a beautiful dark line, the sort that makes you want to write even if you didn't really have any desire or impulse to write before that. Suddenly I wished to write, rather than do school or sleep as I ought to do.

(Then I wondered: is it normal to find pencils in the bathroom? Or is that as abnormal as finding a book in every other room in the house, sometimes including that one?)

Rather than either of those things (well, I did do some school, and I did get to bed earlier than normal), I browsed the blog of someone I am loosely acquainted with. I had been thinking about how it's been a while since I last posted and wanting to post, and looking at someone else's my desire grew.

So today, here I am typing these random, useless thoughts rather than studying.

In order to alleviate the desire to write something and yet not take up all my time, I shall tell myself that when I get home I will share something I wrote at a similar time last year.

As I said with my last post, remember: I often write for my own amusement, so if you're bored...don't say I didn't warn you.

Now I shall do something useful.

Hello again. Here is what I wrote in July of last year when I was in a very similar mood. Today's notes will be in bold font.

I've almost always had something in the back of my mind where, if I wanted to write a blog  post, I could do that. But after posts such as the one about the quote book, my blog title, or Isaiah 53, I have nothing I thought, I feel like writing, so I'll do that since I've been wanting to, about. So, as I felt like writing, I decided to do this: write when I am completely uninspired with a topic. As this is strictly a for-fun, as a record type of blog, not any sort of obligation to the readers (I mean, besides my family I'm not sure if there are any...) or to push myself to write so much in a certain amount of time, I have never done this before. My posts so far have been of two types: recent happenings (or not so recent by the time I posted them) I wanted to post about, and things I was inspired to make a blog post about.

So, when you have an empty space waiting to be filled with words and unlimited possibilities of subjects, yet no inspiration on any of them, what do you write about?

I could write about the uniqueness of each human being.  For, I assure you, there is no other person on earth who would ever come up with the same list of possible topics as I.

I could do a quote book post, part two. I did a random selection before, and left out some of the best ones.

I could...thinking about what I could write reminds me-I didn't quite tell you the truth. I forgot I do have a post in mind to do about the chickens. But I can't do it yet, as I need to take pictures for it, so it may be a while. (Which never happened...and never will as I imagined it. Don't ask me about it. I don't want to think about it. It turned into a tragedy. And I don't really know which chickens are which anymore-actually never decided some of them-except for the roosters and Crega and Nyar.)

And there is actually another post I had in mind, but I imagined it about a future event, so I can't write it yet. (This is written now, as I was referring to my post written on the anniversary of my finding out about the proposal.)

And now I think of another thing I had considered posting, another of my old for-fun essays. (I forget  which this is. I think it was an essay I wrote about role models and people's influences, or possibly one on mundane tasks.)

So, I guess I did have plenty of ideas. It makes me think of two poems, one I wrote and one my sister wrote.

That is all I had written. Unfortunately, I forget what poem I was thinking of that I wrote, and I don't have Melody's now, but I shall add it later.

Being a writer is annoying sometimes. Think of all the sleep I have lost...