So, for the past two days, I have been sitting here, looking at this WordPress post editor, waiting for things like WORDS and IDEAS to come to me. Sometimes I have a reserve of a couple ideas jotted down. But more often than not, I open a post and then kind of wing it.
And sure, sometimes I struggle with ideas. FINE, I often struggle with ideas. But this is the third week in a row that I flat out could not think of a topic for a quasi-decent bookish/blogging discussion. At all. The well has run dry, I have used up the scant reserves I’d had… So, I decided to basically tell you all the places that did not inspire a really awesome blog post. Because… might as well work with what I’ve got, eh?
These are the things I usually try for inspiration… and the epic failures they produced.
1. Looking at my laptop screen in desperation
What I Hoped For: An epiphany? Magic? A pop-up ad with awesome blog post ideas? I don’t know, this literally never works, does it? Well, fine, every so often it does, but it’s rare.
What Actually Happened: This shouldn’t really be a surprise, but endless hours of looking at my laptop, followed by some time gazing across the room, at the walls, (and longingly at my bed!) basically led me to… well, the same big old blank post I had to begin with.
2. A bubble bath
What I Hoped For: Sometimes, I can relax in a nice bubble bath, and then things will just kind of pop into my head. It’s nice, but it’s risky, because I can’t write them down immediately. The key is to kind of exit the bath soon after, to write it down. But that’s a moot point, because there were no ideas to be had.
What Actually Happened: I started reading Glamour, since I won’t take books in the tub (obviously, they’re my babies!), and there was an election article. I started getting pretty stabby at the people defending… certain orange douchey candidates, and lost all focus on anything else, and went into a tailspin of panic about the future of humanity as a whole.
What I Hoped For: The open road, Hamilton, and me tuning out my kids in the backseat leading to an awesome post idea. Again, this means holding the idea in my head until I can write it down, but I can live with that.
What Actually Happened: Hamilton earworms, construction, and a kid screaming that she had to pee in the backseat.
4. Right before falling asleep.
What I Hoped For: This is when a good chunk of ideas come to me, actually. I will be kind of thinking about the day, and since the last thing I do is blog and read and such, it makes sense that this is a time when ideas would come to me. This happens even more regularly when I have trouble sleeping, which I have had lately, so I assumed this could work.
What Actually Happened: Insomnia, the occasional panic attack, and mostly thinking about really ridiculous shit, like “crap, what was the sell-by date on that beef?” or “I don’t think I’ve seen my winter coat in about 3 years” or “I wonder if changing the color of my WordPress dashboard totally destroyed my creativity?”. Seriously, stuff no one needs to think about at like, 5:00am (or in the case of that last one, ever).
5. Asking my friends
What I Hoped For: That my friends would be virtual troughs of information and ideas, and would shower them upon me because of course they wouldn’t want them for themselves. I won’t lie, I offered to pay them to think up topics, but that didn’t work either. And if you can’t bribe your friends, who can you bribe?
What Actually Happened: My friends, while awesome, aren’t actual blogging magicians, but they did listen to me bitch and whine about it, so they’re clearly keepers.
6. Looking through my bookshelves and Goodreads
What I Hoped For: Sometimes just thinking about a certain book will help, I will think of a theme in a book that I wanted to talk about, or covers of a book, or books on my TBR, or whatever (hey, if I knew what I wanted to talk about, we wouldn’t be reading this, yes?)
What Actually Happened: I rearranged some bookshelves. Contemplated doing a couple #bookstagram pictures and got lazy. Screwed around on Goodreads for about an hour. Basically, did nothing productive.
7. Giving Up
What I Hoped For: Sometimes, when you throw in the towel… that is the moment something comes to you? Right? Like the whole “watched pot never boils” phenomenon?
What Actually Happened: Literally nothing. So I did this post instead.