Untitled Panic

My backlist of topics keeps getting longer the more time I sit at my desk, stuck in my head about writing publicly.

Today, like many days, I said to myself “I don’t know what I want to write about.” After a tall glass of coffee and kahlua and resting my head on my desk for awhile…

My eyes opened to find stacks of notecards scattered across every desk in my room, more filling cardboxes, and even more pinned to corkboards hanging on the walls. I also had my twitter feed for inspiration, my notebooks.

And now I’m overwhelmed. Where do I start?!

Well, I plan on starting small: How was my day today? Eh? That’s simple enough, right?

NO PRESSURE that this is the first thing I’ve posted on the site in… insert pause while I check the calendar … 12 weeks exactly. Don’t freak out because the text isn’t New Courier or the letter at the beginning of each sentence is capitalized. That’s natural.

Just… Type.