*sigh* Anybody got a good idea for a blog entry?

Question

I'm feeling compelled to add an entry, but I have no life. What shall I create a web log about: a piece of fiction (make myself a rocket scientist!!), cook another blog dish, Uhm can you thnk of something?

Thank You

Harry gams

Answer 1

Try blogthings.com you can take all kinds of tests there, get your results and share it with every one on your blog. Plus there is a link for them to take the test to and show you their results.

Answer 2

The best advice to a writer, and that's what a blogger is, is write about what you know. I know a lot about politics, so that's what I write about. What are you passionate about? Sports, movies, TV shows, politics, religion. Write about those subjects.

Answer 3

Riding along in space using a solar sail...

Sailing across endless seas of stars and finding new adventures on the shores of distant planets.

Maybe even write about how you discovered Xanadu...

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In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

A stately pleasure-dome decree:

Where Alph, the sacred river, ran

Through caverns measureless to man

Down to a sunless sea.

So twice five miles of fertile ground

With walls and towers were girdled round:

And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,

Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;

And here were forests ancient as the hills,

Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted

Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!

A savage place! as holy and enchanted

As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted

By woman wailing for her demon-lover!

And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,

As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,

A mighty fountain momently was forced:

Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst

Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,

Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:

And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever

It flung up momently the sacred river.

Five miles meandering with a mazy motion

Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,

Then reached the caverns measureless to man,

And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:

And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far

Ancestral voices prophesying war!

The shadow of the dome of pleasure

Floated midway on the waves;

Where was heard the mingled measure

From the fountain and the caves.

It was a miracle of rare device,

A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

A damsel with a dulcimer

In a vision once I saw:

It was an Abyssinian maid,

And on her dulcimer she played,

Singing of Mount Abora.

Could I revive within me

Her symphony and song,

To such a deep delight 'twould win me

That with music loud and long

I would build that dome in air,

That sunny dome! those caves of ice!

And all who heard should see them there,

And all should cry, Beware! Beware!

His flashing eyes, his floating hair!

Weave a circle round him thrice,

And close your eyes with holy dread,

For he on honey-dew hath fed

And drunk the milk of Paradise.

Answer 4

If you really have no life and you don't feel as though there is anything exciting enough to write about you life, then how about putting down some of your thoughts?

Things you like to do. Things you would like to do.

Go ahead! Give it a try! You can think of something!

Music, movies, dreams and aspirations. Fave tv shows. The list is endless!