I can’t think of anything to write.
The above statement is not true. The very fact that I wrote it should cause you to raise an eyebrow. Or, if not raise an eyebrow, at least do something that denotes inward eyebrow raising. But I’ll bet you didn’t think twice about that statement until you read what followed. I know I wouldn’t have. Why is that? It just shows how little we notice things. I mean it should be perfectly obvious that some one who cannot think of anything to write, would not write anything. But I don’t know, maybe it was obvious to you. I am probably the only one that wouldn’t notice.
One thing you probably have noticed is that this is just filler. I may be able to think of something to write, but it sure isn’t much. In fact, this is it. I am purposefully letting myself off onto rabbit trails (that’s rabbit, not bunny) and writing about anything that pops into the old bean. In short, I’m rambling.
The Oxford English Dictionary (OED) is the best dictionary ever to define the word aardvark. It took 71 years to complete, from 1857 to 1928. It took three editors to finish because the first two died (It must be tough to spend most of your life working on something that you never see finished.). There is an interesting book on the OED called The Professor and the Madman by Simon Winchester. If you have ever wondered how one goes about making a dictionary, read that book. Anyhow, this dictionary gives us a definition of the word ramble that I want to share with you.
Ramble: To wander in discourse (spoken or written); to write or talk incoherently or without natural sequence of ideas.
If that sounds like what I am doing, raise your hand.
There are some other pretty interesting words near ramble. Check out rammish: Of smell taste, etc.: Rank, strong, highly disagreeable. So next time you walk by a smelly trash can or something, calmly turn to your friend and say, “Dude, that is rammish.” And see he/she has to say about that.
Man, I’ve got to make this last for about two more paragraphs. I seriously don’t see how these big time novelists do it. I just finished Bleak House by Charles Dickens. 935 pages absolutely stuffed with words. And he doesn’t even put spaces in between his paragraphs. He probably did it all by hand too. Talk about writer’s cramp. I say, can writer’s cramp apply to brains as well as hands? If so, I think I’ll apply it to mine.
This whole rambling thing may be totally uninteresting to you, but it sure is fun for me. Mostly because it doesn’t require much thought. So, to keep this from being altogether without benefit, I’ll leave you with a somewhat thought provoking question.
Don’t you wish you could do what I do for school?
