My writing professor told us once that all art, including writing, is merely a vehicle in which one tries to get a message across. She also said that if any writer looks back upon his or her writing over a great span of time (whether you be a poet, an author, a journaler in the quiet of your home, a blogger, or a post-it note writer) he or she will be able to see a trend in everything he or she has written. In her words, "We always write about the same things, over and over again. Regular oatmeal." I know this is true for me, and I'm not sure how I feel about that. I don't really like it. It's difficult to write something fresh while having the weight of all the other writers in all areas of the world across all of the centuries on your shoulders. This is why my professor warned us at the beginning of the class not to write about kitschy things like breakups, spring, best friends, or katydids (the last is a large, typically green, long-horned grasshopper native to North America, and for some reason, it pops up in NWC students' short stories and poetry ALL the time).
Running out of ideas is typical. Writing a poem about writing a poem was something we talked about a lot. (Just like, for instance, the fact that I'm writing a blog about writing a blog). The best was when people would write about a desk or about a pencil or about the shape of the keys on their computer keyboard. This happened to me one time, and I wrote about the kitchen wall. When blogging, sometimes my thoughts come barreling out like a freight train, and other times, I consider closing this blog up for good because of lack of relevant or interesting content.
Another thing that every writing professor has told me is that writing needs to be practiced - just like an instrument or painting or dance; therefore, "you should write something everyday." Even if it's small or insignificant. Or completely uninteresting.
I don't know how I feel about experimenting with this on my blog. I might. But I'm blogging about it now, so that must be a start.