That title is way too dramatic for the content of this post, just to get that out of the way first. I've written a lot of stuff in the past few days. Really, I have. I've written for work, and I've worked on two short stories. I wrote two separate speeches for hypothetical futures, one of which was seven pages long. I'm not burnt out. I swear.
But I seriously can't think of stuff to blog about right now.
I mentioned on Tumblr a few days ago that I wished I had a camera. (It was because I wanted to take artsy pictures of my phone, but my only camera is on my phone so that wouldn't work. I got in a meta-fight with a friend about it, which culminated in the creation of a side-blog documenting the event, here.) Another one of the great things that could theoretically be true about having a camera is I could start learning to take pictures of stuff. Pictures are awesome web content! They fill up like 250 words of space, so a picture with a caption is basically like a whole post.
Or I could get a scanner, and start doing art that I can post in higher quality than photos-of-pages-with-cell-phone. That could be fun. Or I could get a nice laptop and photoshop and I could do digital art. I used to be kind of good at that.
My point is, I know that I am failing to create interesting content here, and I feel shitty about that. But it's not because I'm not doing anything. It's just that my random musings lately have been less in the publish-for-the-internet genre and more in the file-away-for-possible-future-I-told-you-so's genre.