Writer's Block - Otherwise Known As Being Completely Clueless

Ok, seriously? How do people come up with things to write about every single day?

M writes his own blog about sports, but I don’t read it because I don’t understand half the things he talks about (I also don’t care). We differ in the sports that we like (he prefers baseball over hockey, whereas I love hockey and loathe baseball). He might argue that I know very little about the Toronto Maple Leafs, my favourite team (I use that term loosely as I don’t even know the players). He would be correct.

However, having grown up in hockey arenas due to his former love of the sport (sure, now, when I would like to be surrounded by hockey playing men, he decides that he "doesn’t like it” - I think he was too concerned with his looks being compromised by playing a rough sport), I do know the rules and the fast paced excitement is enough to make me fall off the exercise bike in anticipation of a goal. True story.

However, I don’t know enough about the sport of Canadians to write posts about it, nor do I want to. Why would I want to write about stats of players? All I care about is whether or not they’re single and if they have all of their teeth – or at least really good dentures.

The other blogs I read are about amazing causes like finding a cure for Cystic Fibrosis (difficult to devote a blog to when I know very little about the disease), but I don’t suffer from a disease myself – besides craziness, but that doesn’t count. The others are about family life and kids (which I don’t have). I could write about politics, but I don’t really care or know about that, either.

Actually, perhaps the problem isn’t that I don’t have anything to write about, but is because I’m too clueless to know what’s going on in the world.

Interesting. Maybe I should try to broaden my horizons a bit. Come to think of it, I bet I would be able to handle myself in conversations that didn’t revolve around television, Hollywood, or 18th century literature if I knew about politics and world news.

(Oh, who am I kidding? I can’t talk about literature anymore. I spend my time reading chick lit and autobiographies by authors of said chick lit).

But the news is just so…boring. Granted, I do know about things that are happening, like the boatload of foreigners that were turned away by Australia and Thailand (I think?) but welcomed with open arms and wads of cash into Canada. (Stupidest move by our government EVER, if you ask me). I’m just not so in tune with the whole story so I don’t think I should be writing my opinion based on hearsay information and tidbits of information that I glimpse on thestar.com before clicking on my favourite section – the crossword puzzles.

I have, however, started watching the news in the morning. I figure that’s a start, right? I mean, it’s Breakfast Television and most of what’s on at the time I’m watching is traffic and weather, and my hair dryer usually drowns out most of the sound, but it’s an improvement on my usual choice of morning entertainment – listening to radio shows that detail the latest gossip in Hollywood.

(Umm, there’s a reason I’m so knowledgeable about Brangelina and Lindsay Lohan’s stints in jail).

So I think that’s my goal. To read the paper and watch informative news shows in order to become well-versed in the goings on of my country and the world around me.

With a little bit of gossip mixed in, of course.