Writing About Writing

Sometimes I don’t know what to write about.  It feels weird to pick up the keyboard and just… sit with my fingers on the keys now knowing what to write.  

Should I talk about my life?  Does that stuff matter?  Should I make a joke to lessen the awkwardness?  Do I need to get a book of prompts to answer so that I never run out of things to say?  

Writing helps me think.  It helps me figure out what I think.  It helps me say only exactly what I mean and not something else. 

I think if people sat down and wrote more, even non-writers, they might reflect on their own actions, motives and ideas and maybe realize some things.  

Does writing matter?  Well, does anything matter?  That is up to you. 

What I write matters to me regardless of whether anyone else reads it. It is a sign that I was here.   

I love to read, so why shouldn’t I write?  I have already consumed more written words in this life than I could ever hope to get out again.  I am bloated with words. 

And getting some out again helps me balance the scales.