I cannot think of a thought for the day. Or rather I can think of two but neither get my butter battered so they'll just have to wait for a better day to blossom into life.
Usually a blank "page" just gets my motor running! It's like it screams, "Fill me up baby - oh yeah!!"
But every now and then you look at the page and it looks back at you and you look at the page and it looks back at you and you... This can go on for hours. Well okay more like for a really long time, since the urge to go to the bathroom usually conquers all! (And when it doesn't, well then you have your next blog idea right there!)
But I find you can't force creativity. It tends to dig it'd heels in, start pouting and refuse to budge. What you sort of have to do is turn your back on it, walk off every so slightly and decide that today you'd much rather read about the reproductive capabilities of Capybara instead. This drives creativity insanely jealous and before you know it, it's slithered up to you and, with a conspiratorial wink, tells you, how about you write a blog about people who dress up as capybara for sex instead?
How can you refuse an offer like that?
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