say anything . . .

I didn't write yesterday. Not just on this blog, mind you, but not at all. Yesterday was the first day since I started writing this thing that I didn't do any kind of writing.

I've thought about this a lot--too much really. If I work on a paper but don't write a blog entry, is that a failure? Probably not, but the too are not mutually exclusive; there's no reason a blog entry can't be an exclamation point at the end (or beginning, or middle) of an otherwise productive day.

Why I didn't write yesterday is hard to say, other than the fact that I was busy, and tired, all the obvious excuses. I can say that the only reason I'm writing this entry, right now, today, is because I realize why I wasn't writing it it. I realized the heights to which my procrastination (or avoidance) can take me.

I've been pretty good at writing about anything, writing for the sake of writing. I've come to this page with absolutely nothing to say. Believe it or not, writing with nothing to say is not the obstacle. The obstacle: what do you title a blog when you have nothing to say. Somehow, I've convinced myself that the title is important, that it has to be crafty or witty, that it has to capture the essence of what is to follow. Perhaps it does. But I realize now that I'm allowing the lack of a title to put me into a permanent holding pattern; I'm not able to write, because I'm not able to entitle what I'm not writing about. I guess the notion that the title might be inspired by the writing, rather than inspire the writing is a bit too obvious for some of us.