Laura Bennet – Author

It finally happened.

I have nothing to write about. Oh, I’m working on three different projects with another fifteen lined up on a waiting list, but for my blog? Zilch. Writing something simply to create a post seems so, so…lame. I long to be helpful, encouraging, informational to others, not a wielder of words for the sake of a post quota.

Usually, creative ideas waterfall from me, and I lament the lack of time and finger strength to keep up, but not today. And that leads me to a confession. For all of you who have wondered what to write, wrestled over words and attempted to extricate some meaningful post out of air while I judged you as curious subjects who didn’t seem to have a clue: I’m sorry. I apologize. I have no excuse for looking down on your writing woes. Perhaps, and I offer this only as a meager explanation, I was blinded by my novice stature and ignorance of true grit in the writing world.

Please forgive me. 

Consider this appallingly brief post as a mere token of my apologies and admiration for all you true authors who have experienced writer’s block or a blank mental screen and lived to tell the tale and write another day. (Isn’t it apropos to end with trite clichés?)