A Blog Post About Nothing That Became About Something

Today was not a good or bad day. I guess that makes it like most days, but I can always find something to write about in regards this whole experiment. Right now, I’ve got nothing. It’s not like I lack material, stuff happened. The paperback version of How To Survive A Minor Alien Invasion is now available on Amazon. I have a giveaway going on Goodreads and the books for that arrived. I have held my book in my hands. I am still having a lot of pain, which is hampering my writing. When writing or typing cause your arms to burn and hurt so bad you feel nauseous, then you STOP doing that until whatever this is goes away. It hasn’t yet.

I could write abut all of this, but I don’t want to. I don’t want to write. This is my version of a Seinfeld episode. It’s about nothing. He made that brilliant. Why do I think that my version of that is falling way short of his standard? Because it is, you say, and you’d be right. I mean, why did that work? We just assume that our normal stuff isn’t interesting or maybe we are sick of us, so why wouldn’t other people be sick of us as well? Maybe, though, it is the stuff of greatness, or not, we’ll see. I have nothing on my schedule this week. I don’t know what I’m going to do with all that nothing, but I have the luxury in the modern world to have time to do nothing, to separate from life for awhile. We didn’t always have this basic right. It wasn’t all that long ago that any woman who did not want a family to build her life around was dangerous, a witch, and “dealt with.” Hell, maybe this whole, I am going to share how I don’t want to share is an act of rebellion in and of itself. A small one, but revolutions start by a continuous set of tiny steps. Wow, that turned profound. I guess I had something to say, in the end.