Blank

I'm blank. Empty. Nothingness is all that's here.
I can't think of a damned thing to write, so my husband tells me to stop thinking about it, and just write. "Like those writing exercises." he says "ya know? The ones that tell you to write for a minute straight, with out stopping. No thinking, no pausing, no correcting, just write... humph.
What does he know...? Like I'm just gonna be able to write a page about nothing...
Oh...