Writing every day?

At the beginning of 2009 I'd thought to make a resolution to A-blog-a-
day. After all, how hard could it be to write a few words each and
every day.

Good thing I restrained myself. (I DID restrain myself, didn't I?)

Too many days I wake, check the contents of my head and fin, well -
not much. Hellloooooo! Anybody home? And an echoing emptiness of
thought and inspiration yawns there. Okay, maybe not totally a
desolate yawning cavern of nothing. It is more like stacks and stacks
of very old magazines. The type you see curling their pages in a
doctor's office filled with outdated self-help articles and ads for
products no longer in vogue. I search around in my brain hoping for
some clever idea and too many of the nuggets that bob to the surface
resemble recipes for chili from a twenty-year old issue of Redbook.

Sigh. So I am silent as long as possible and then SPROING! Something
like this wrests its way through my fingers and into the blogosphere.
Oops. Desperation strikes again.