Blank Mind · 6 December 2025
My mind is a blank today. Just blank.
I do not often have times when my mind is blank. I am not even sure if it is a possibility. For the mind to be blank, that is. After all, here I am writing. So it cannot be completely blank. Still. I just do not have a topic to write about. So I am saying that my mind is blank.
If you even wonder what real writers do when they have blank minds, do not look to me. After all, I am just a poser. A hack with a website. A mediocre man. Well, the MediocreMan. Maybe not the only one, but the only one with MediocreMan.com and a lot of blog posts to his name.
At any rate.
When I have a blank mind, I just write. A stream of consciousness. Just whatever comes to my mind. Which is what is happening now. A stream of words. Maybe not even conscious. Just words. They flow regardless of whether my mind is blank or not. Even though I am asserting that it is. Which is strange in and of itself. Usually, I have something in there. Perhaps it is just old age. Perhaps when you get older, you get blanker. (Is “blanker” a word? I do not think so. Ah well. People often give grace to older folks for saying silly stuff and using fake words.)
But I am not a doddering fool. I am just older than I think I am. Which is an interesting think in and of itself. (Yes, I used think there in that last sentence. I like it better than thing in that case. Or even thought.) But I do wonder if there are thinks and thoughts and musings that people can get away with as they age. I wonder if I am there. Hmm. Maybe in some people’s eyes.
Which reminds me of something dumb I said long ago. I was in my twenties hanging around with some of my brother’s friends. Now, my younger brother is five and a half years younger than me, which made him and his friends in their teens. I do not even know what we were doing. Or maybe we were not even doing anything yet. They were inviting me go do something with them. I replied, “Ah you don’t want to be hanging out with an old man, do you?” They all laughed and called me “old man.” They have called me old man ever since. I do not remember what we ended up doing, but I am sure it was fun. Even for an old man in his twenties.
It is funny how perspective changes. Being five years older than a person when you are in your early twenties is so much different than being five years older than a person when you are in your early sixties. It seemed like I was so much older than my brother and his friends when they were in their teens than it does now that they are in their fifties. Now, we’re all basically in the same stage of life.
Well, I am not getting any younger writing this blog post. It started out as just a blank sheet and a blank mind. (Well, the blank sheet was really a computer screen, which is never blank. Ah well. You get the picture.) Now that I am almost done, I can see that I just rambled on until I got to a short story about my past.
I hope that I have given young writers a little hope. Okay, young is not exactly what I meant. I hope that I have given aspiring or fledgling writers a little hope. Just remember that you can write all the time. Just put pencil to paper or fingers to keyboard. Words will come. Even when your mind is blank.
© 2025 Michael T. Miyoshi
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