I don't know what to write about

It's been less than 24 hours since my inaugural post and I haven't stopped obsessing over what to write next. It's as if there's now a self-imposed streak I need to continue, and this time there's no green mascot sending deranged reminders to my iPhone lock screen.

I don't want posts to feel too forced, yet I don't want them to read like scrappy personal journal entries. I could do a deep dive into a technical topic (e.g., the web), but that wouldn't have much broad appeal.

I suppose the only way to figure it out is simply by writing, even without direction.

I wouldn't call myself much of a writer (yet), but is this what they call "writer's block"? The best of the best experience it, or so I've heard. In fact, a quick Google reveals to me that Stephen King explores the condition in a number of his novels, notably Bag of Bones, where the protagonist suffers a psychotic bout.

So maybe that's what I need to do: write about having nothing to write about. On reflection, I'm already doing it with this post. This is a post that I've written about not having anything to write about, in turn creating something I've written about. Heavy.