Stuck In A Drought

I may possibly have writer's block. I'm assuming so because I haven't been able to write anything meaningful or interesting or clever in far too long.

My blog is a bore-zone, hardly ever updated, and when it is, let's be honest, I might as well have not written anything at all.

But nothing's coming out. I've tried to draw inspiration from anywhere possible, but it's still giving me nothing.

Is it because I'm not depressed or sad? Is that why the words of interest won't flow? Because I am content at this very moment, I am being punished, so to speak, by not having anything to say. Is that it?

I want to write. But I can't.

It's Hot As Hell

Well, I haven't written in too long, sorry about that, been busy. I've been writing a lot in my private journal, but those pages don't belong here.

Since the last time I wrote, a couple of important happenings occured. Dylan started walking, he's growing up so fast. My cousin gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, Julianne Elizah. Dylan had his first birthday party, and then turned one a few days after. Then Elizah was baptized. It's all about the babies, I guess.

Summer is killing everyone here. It's officially the hottest summer that I have ever experienced in my eighteen years of existence. It's to the point that it's actually unbearable. I know that everyone is hoping that it'll be over soon, and that the rainy season will make it's entrance.

Other than that, I have nothing else of interest to inform you about. So that's it, I'm out.