Do you remember high school journalism and creative writing classes?
In the early days of learning to express one's thoughts and feelings and develop them into story, remember the instructions the teacher always gave that made you want to fling your pencil in his/her general direction?
"Just keep writing - even if you only write "I can't think of anything to write", just write that down."
Okay, Mr. Warren/Ms. Moore/Mrs. Hastedt - et al - here's what I thought of:
"Sheddup, yous. You're not helping. In fact, you're increasing my teenage existential angst to the point of diagnosable anxiety. How's that for incorporating dialogue into my work?"
Actually, that's what I think to myself now when I can't think of anything to write. I was very sweet in high school and would never have said such things, even to myself. Mostly.
Now when I can't think of anything to write, the stakes are higher. Not because I'm being graded, but because my "pencil" is an over-priced whiz bang laptop that I cannot afford to replace after flinging it.
And who would I fling it at, myself?
Oh, well...tomorrow is another day.