I find myself with a predicament these days. I want to write. Poems, plays, articles, novels, children’s books. I want to write them all. I even have time to write. I just don’t know what to write about. Bits and pieces of ideas will come to me, but nothing that I can picture expanding into content for an entire post or project. Part of me tells me that I shouldn’t even be writing this post if I don’t have anything to say. A different part of me tells me that the only way to wiggle out of this wordless emptiness is to begin sifting through the words to discover what they hold.