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It seems I only get writer's block when I try to add something worthwhile to this blog. 

Sigh. 
Novels. Can do. 
Newspaper article to promote the musical I am in. Taken care of lickety-split. 
Book review. If I can make it to my computer without getting distracted by half a million other things I have to do on the Internet. Done. (Speaking of which, I need a new pest control company.)
Talk to me in person, I've got lots to say. In fact, you might have a hard time getting me to stop. I've got the gift of gab thanks to the Blarney stone. 
Come up with a topic you want to read about and will add value to your lives. Zilch. I got nothing. 
Why? 
Too much pressure? Nothing of interest happening in my life? (I'm having a super busy summer so how is that possible?) Do I not have anything of worth to add to the world? I hope that's not true. 
So, why do I blank out when it's my turn to post? Will anyone even see it? Will anyone even care if I don't write on my day or say anything that makes the world a better place? Honestly, I wonder if that last part is it. Does anyone even read blogs now that don't have a mass following of thousands? Or a billion hit YouTube video attached? Do readers really want to know what authors are like in their "real" lives? 
I think I'll step down now from writing my nothing post and resist taking up anymore of your precious time and using up this corner of cyberspace. 
What do you do when nothing comes to mind when it's your turn to write?