I try to blog once a day (here and in various other places). Writing is a big part of who I am, it's very enjoyable, sometimes cathartic, oftentimes has paid the mortgage and allowed me social time with friends and trips back to England to see family.

So words have always treated me well. But sometimes, they just don't appear on command.

Oh, don't get me wrong -- inspiration usually strikes, whether it's a piece of news that day, or an interesting blog post, report, study, opinion. Jump to the computer, flex the fingers and get cracking. Five hundred words or so flow out and there's a first draft.

Today was a "stare at the flashing cursor" moment. Nothing sprang to mind. Nada. Big fat zero.

Started to feel like I'd let myself down. "Come on," I thought. "You've written for 20+ years in some form or another. It's easy, just start. That's the hardest bit."

But then I thought about some of the pressure to perform at various tasks in the past. I got it done but it wasn't enjoyable. And I made a decision not so long ago to avoid -- if possible -- doing things that are NOT ENJOYABLE.

So, this is the end of this post. Nothing much else to expand on today. It's in the bag and I'm off to cook a nice dinner and watch the Women's World Cup.

Enjoy your Canada Day tomorrow with friends and family!

John.