Fidgety with nothing to do.
So Write. Write about nothing.
Nothing. This is a very interesting subject, in that nothing has to be
Is this an oxy-moron? Or am I?
I equate this with attempting to solve the mystery of life.
Wait I’m off the subject!
What was the subject?
No, what is the predicate.
No, nothing was the subject.
Nothing is an adjective in that case.
No, nothing was what I was writing about.
Yeah, I can tell!
Anyway the latest developments in the life of Inkslinger are:
Nothing!? Come on now buddy, there has to be something!
Not really. What is a guy like me doing writing anyhow? Volumes
are filled with nothing. If I keep up at my present rate, they will
dedicate an entire library to me when I die.
"The Inkslinger Library of Nothing"
Hundreds of shelves filled with thousands of notebooks. Aisle upon aisle, upstairs and basement. These notebooks have writing in them, but they take you nowhere.
No exotic beaches.
No towering mountain ranges.
No deserts either...well maybe one...