I stared at the blank paper in front of me, wracking my brain, searching for something, ANYTHING to write about, but to no avail. I had nothing to write. Nothing to say.

I looked around my little studio. One chair, one desk, and a computer were the only things in it, so calling it a “studio” is rather generous. Regardless, it was the best studio I had. I stood up and left the pithy room back into my house. I threw a hot dog onto a frying pan, and rolled it around over the heat as I zoned off. What was I going to write about?

Hello, my name is Purpletalkata and I live a happy life with my Central Nebula on planet Purpletuor. Humans probably don't understand our language. Central Nebula means family in bluketalk. I can speak and comprehend four different tongues including plabotory. Oh my! I am gloating about myself once again! My moria, mother, sought out my name because I am constantly talking! I do not look like most aliens of my kind. We are purple worms with antenna's two feet high! You can imagine the stress it puts on our necks! I have a extraordinary gift received to me when I was born.