Call it a funk. Call it a dry spell. Call it a lack of inspiration. Call it what you will.

Whatever you call it, I’ve had it.

I haven’t written a thing in over a month. Not here. Not at silverandblueblood.com. Not on Bleacher Report. Heck, I had to write stuff in a birthday card or two and a mother’s day card, and I struggled with that, too.

Consequently, here I sit, with not much to say, putting pen to paper—make that finger to keypad—anyway, just to prove to myself that I still can. I suppose that if you stick around to read the writing of a writer who readily admits he doesn’t have much to say, you either have less to do than I have to say…or you are too kind. Thank you.

How to turn this into something of value for you? Hm.

I’ve got it. A life lesson. A word of advice. If there is something you do because you love it or because you excel at it…or even because you know you ought to do it, then do it. Even if you don’t feel like. Even if you would rather sit on a rusty nail. Even if you feel uninspired, unmotivated, unable. Just…do it.

(Thanks, Nike.)

So, there you have it: the silence has been broken and for no apparent reason.