Uninspired

I know I want to blog. But I don't know what to blog about. It's the case of being uninspired. I don't have the ability of spouting brilliant rubbish. And I know I'd always take my time (especially when writing essays or compositions) to write. I'd give myself half an hour to daydream and come up with ideas, before getting to the job. But I realise that the art of writing is equal parts discipline and devotion, and inspiration. A good idea is nothing if it's not expressed.

Maybe I need to read the newspapers or something. Bah.