Have you ever wanted to write, yet not known what you wanted to write about? I'm in one of those moods right now. I want to write poetry--I just can't think of the first line. I want to write fiction--I just can't find the right plotline. I want to write an essay--I just can't pick a good subject. When I'm undecided, I usually end up writing something like this.

And what is the point, you ask? No, there's not a lot of time or creativity put into this. But there's a lot of thought. A whole bucket-load. There's a million things I want to say but can't get down, a lot of things I'm saying but don't really want to.

It's like a mind tug-of-war. Go this way! No, this way! Except it's harder than the physical kind because it can go on for days and days. That's writer's block. But I don't have writer's block. So I don't really know what I'm saying. Did you know some people don't believe in writer's block? Pssh, I tell them. You have no idea. Or maybe I think it.

Have you ever started to put "..." to separate something like I do? I did, but I deleted it. I don't really know why. I don't know why I'm going to even publish this essay. What's the point? There's no punchline. There's no purpose. But that's okay. That's what essays are for.

So, I'm back at the beginning. There is no point to this. I guess I should have warned you before you read this. If I don't have writer's block, then why can't I write? Don't really know. Maybe I'm just not in the mood for writing.

I feel better now, having typed this.