Scintillating! And up-lifting too.

Writing is so hard when you can't think of anything to say.

Well, i guess i can't speak for "you" exactly.  But for me, it's hard.

I'm not sure where the line is drawn.  When the switch gets flipped, and i just start following the day-to-day rut.  It's not that bad.  I mean, i haven't become a zombie.  I'm doing fun things, like crocheting and hatching chicks and petting kittens and so forth.

But when i can't think of anything to write about, i know that something is wrong.

So i'm writing about not writing.

Scintillating.  I know.

I think it might be the point at which i become more interested in the world in my head than in the world around me.  That might be called self-centeredness.  But don't tell me that; it might hurt my feelings.

Who am i kidding?  You better tell me.  I probably need to hear it.

There's a lie involved here.  I've heard this lie before.  It's the lie that says that i have nothing to share, so i may as well not share at all.  But the truth is -- and this is not more self-centered-ness; this is recognition of God -- the truth is that when i (or you; i can speak for you in this case) believe that particular lie, we steal a gift from the world.  God gave us our gifts so we could share them with others.  And none of our gifts is the same as anyone else's.  Someone needs our gifts.  You might be surprised how many someones would benefit from your gifts.  You have to put them out there.  And just see what God will do with them.

To be more correct:  God gave you as a gift to the world.  And to shut off who you are is theft.

Just put yourself, you and your gifts, out there.

Hide and watch.

And be amazed.