As Julian Casablancas croons on the song which gives this entries its title, I’ve got nothing to say. When I gave myself the task of posting on here everyday I never considered ideas for content to be a problem but between my fairly mundane life, the exhaustive work schedule which keeps me from pursuing adventures and my desire to keep working on my best ideas in the hopes that they can be published somewhere I feel like I’ve ran out of things to say on here daily. I don’t always have a small story or piece of nonfiction that I want to throw up here.
Still, I will persist. The parasocial relationship that I formed with the void demands that I keep my promises and I do think that practicing writing everyday and putting it where it there is even a possibility that it is seen by others helps me as I move towards sending my work to strangers. As I move forward perhaps the blog will take a firmer shape that makes it easier for me to find something to write about everyday, maybe it becomes solely fiction, or more angled towards travel or even a Strokes blog, who knows? For now I am just going to continue turning out whatever pops into my head so if you are out there, please ask me anything because there isn’t much there.
Electric Absalom 