It feels like my writing follows a certain waveform or pattern. I can go from writing some meaningless filler or rant about not being able to write up to writing some insightful revelations of myself or the world around me. In between lies the plateau of random facts and curiosities along the tales of ordinary days of my life. Some occasional breaking waves might hit if something extraordinary happens to happen.
There is nothing wrong with this. I know there isn't enough to write about, or enough creativity in me to skip those lows. They are part of the wave, giving way to build up the peaks. So they have their purpose as well. If everything is extraordinary nothing is. Sometimes I just need to take a moment to breath before diving head first towards the next wave.