Blogging - The Hunt For Ideas

Sat there. Stared at the screen. The cursor blinked like it was taking the piss. Blog ideas. Fucking blog ideas. What was I meant to write about this week? The same old shite? How the weather was shite again? How the bus was late again? How the lads at work moaned about the same fucking thing they moaned about last month?

Made a brew even though I’d already had too many. Who’s counting? Watched the steam curl up from the mug. Ideas. That’s what they wanted. Fresh content. Engagement. Whatever the bollocks that meant. Typed a word. Deleted it. Typed another. Deleted that too. The screen stayed white.

Maybe the elections. But I didn’t stay up for the coverage. Caught the highlights on the phone while I was waiting for the kettle. Or the price of everything. Blimey, the price of milk. Or the way the young ones talk now, all this and that and fucking emojis. Could do a rant about that. But who’d read it? The same ten people who read the last one. And they’d probably scroll past anyway.

Got up. Walked to the window. Looked out at the street. Nothing happening. A dog pissing on a lamppost. A woman pulling a shopping trolley. That’s it. That’s the day. And I’m meant to turn that into a post to keep people coming back. Keep the numbers up. Keep the thing alive.

Sat back down. Typed “Another fucking day” and left it there. Stared at it. That was the idea. That was all I had.