I thought if I sat staring at my blog for a while, something I could write about would come to mind. Didn't work. I've never been a good writer. During years 10 and 11 in English class I did no work at all...my teacher came to accept and expect it. "I assume you have nothing for me, Freya?" I don't know what I was thinking (or wasn't thinking). I suppose I didn't want to risk the embarrassment of failing a simple writing task. Also, I was young (I know, I still am) so rebelling was a must. I don't like to write for other people, just for myself. I'm selfish. But if I'm doing it for myself, it's a release as opposed to a task.
I still have trouble writing for myself though.