Nothing to say

Have you ever had this happen to you? I have nothing to say. Voix, I know you are cocking your head in an attempt to understand. “What is this ‘nothing to say’ thing you speak of?” you ask. What I mean is, I have nothing important to write about, nothing worthwhile to discuss. And I don’t just mean in the creative sense. I met two friends for dinner last night and thankfully they had fun things to share, because I was a complete bore. You find this hard to believe, I know. But trust me, I had nothing. Which brings me to my main concern, my thesis. But maybe it’s a vicious cycle. Maybe if I start typing, something will come to me. Do you think?

I think it was E.L. Doctrow that said, “Writing a novel is like driving a car in the dark. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.”

So I will get behind the wheel and give this thing another shot. And if all else fails, there is always the Barefoot Contessa. More on my recent obsession later.