=story of the day=

A Writer’s Journal

(for Daniil Kharms)

Today I wrote nothing.

Today I also wrote nothing.

Today I wrote a little something but I quickly crossed it all out so the net result was nothing.

Today I wrote as much as I did the last three days combined.

Today, the same. Nothing.

Today I wrote almost three full pages but upon re-reading them I realized that I might as well have written nothing at all.

Today I wrote the word nothing.

Today (nothing).

Today it seemed to me that if it weren’t for nothing I’d have nothing to write about.

Nothing today.

Sorry nothing again.

Today I tried dialogue but the two characters I chose just stood there awkwardly looking at each other. They cleared their throats a lot. They shuffled their feet. It was painfully apparent to each of them that they had nothing to say to each other.

Is silence nothing?

Today, not to beat a dead horse or anything, but nothing.

Today, not my fault for a change. My favorite writing pen dried up in the middle of the first word and Staples is closed for the holiday. Computer back tomorrow from the shop. To make a long non-story short: nothing.

Today I was down with the flu. Impossible to think clearly, let alone write a word. No one could. So—nothing.

Today the same as yesterday.

Today I felt a little better but not good enough: wrote nothing.

Today: ringing in ears.

Today: possible sinus infection.

Today: panic attack.

Summing up the last three days: nothing

Worried about the cat (cough): nothing.

Suspect husband of having an affair. Can’t concentrate. Who in their right mind could? Nothing.

Concerned about x-ray next week: nothing.

Dripping faucet: nothing.

X-ray fine. Big relief. Celebrated with cocktails. Wrote nothing.

War raging in the Middle East: nothing.

Mom not picking up phone: nothing.

Have to return shoes (too tight): nothing.

Tomorrow I know in advance I won’t have time to write a word.

This week: no good.

This month: hectic with the holidays.

New Year’s Day. Gosh, where did the last twelve months fly off to? Oh well. Looking forward to a productive year ahead. Starting tomorrow. (vicious hangover).

Did I say today? I meant tomorrow.

Today I wrote nothing.