There isn’t a whole lot for me to say. I can put that on the late hour of the post, or the limited experiences the summer often brings or anything but I think it boils down to this: Sometimes there just isn’t a thing to say. I think this is what curses a lot of writers. Once successful there is an expectation of continued publication. We’re expected to drum out story after story, often of the same character. This is exhausting and, frankly, before too long you don’t have anything to say.
My situation is far less dramatic than that. Its more of a reflection of over analysis. I’ve spent a few days now with my eyes wide open to how the media is starved of actual news and working hard to make anything a story. This is particularly true of the sports media. You’ll see the lack of AC at the AT&T center unfold to conspiratorial proportions, just like every well-crafted soundbite develops into a ‘bulletin board’ material or some sort of character judgement on the player who spoke.
So, instead of trying to force out more well tread words, I’m going to do what I believe the media should do…
Shut up for a bit and think of something useful to say.