Only for the moment am I writing nothing. That would be owing to what is left to say? That would be new? Factually new. And news worthy. And factually reporting on something better. That would change the script. Entirely. For the better. New should always be better than what came before, but lately that hasn’t been the case. I have nothing to say about current non-fiction stories about reality. Fiction is an escape from reality. A new reality, based on fiction. Nothing better than an engaging, enlightening, rewarding new story. Fictional, of course. Fiction is therapy. Non-fictional writing is stuck with facts to hold the narrative together. And the current narrative–based on factual reality–is potentially bad for one’s mental health. Maybe physical health, too. That is, some current facts induce shouting, shoving, throwing punches, or just a loss of restorative sleep. Mind and body. Factual reality is now a form of damaging, ultra-processed intake of such. Right now, non-fiction writing is very discouraging. Because there is only one story out there. And it defies reality. That is why this here is a fictional posting. I now write about nothing being left to say. Nothing is all that is left. Right now, at least. For the time-being non-fiction can take a vacation. It has nothing much good to talk about. And I already said what is left to say?

I repeat. Only for the moment am I writing nothing. And by writing that I am writing nothing is to say that there is something to say even as I say there is nothing to say. That is worth saying, as far as non-fiction writing about current factual matters. Are you getting my drift? This is a fictional story about there being nothing to write about worth writing about if it has to stick with facts only. I am not writing a story here even as I write this sentence, and keep making something out of the nothing that has left me with nothing to say. For the moment. I am not writing anything except nothing. There is not much left to say. And that is a fact. And the fact of the matter is who wants to read about reality these days anyway? So this posting is all fiction. Insert your own facts if you please. But why mess up my fictional story with facts that come from current reality? You know there is nothing good to say at this point and thus for the moment I will write nothing, including this fictional posting that asserts all at once nothing is about something, since there is no such thing as nothing. See? I write the word nothing and suddenly I have written–something. About nothing. And nothing works better than something right now because some things are just too real and defying of reality all at once.

At this very moment, non-fictional beings are saying a lot of things about a reality that defies fiction, except it is a reality that has been fictionalized time and again. I say I am writing nothing because I feel I have either written about a lot of current somethings, vocalized about the same for a very long time, about a certain something that defies fiction while simultaneously being derivative of what was once exclusively a work of fiction. And this non-fiction has been talked about, written about, documented to the point that its factual framework has literally reached the point of what is there left to say? Its reality has subsumed all fictionally related expressions of its who, what, where, when, why and how? I cannot write about something that defies having anything new to say about it. So, I write about the nothing that is the residue of this something, once borne of fiction only to become fact.

I do have to write to express my attitudes, opinions, beliefs because all stories contain those personal components. Unless they can’t think of anything else to say. Then nothing is the something that comes out the other end of each day. That’s where my writing is, so I am left to write about nothing for the moment. And wait for something new coming along, factual and fresh, that compels writing about. Writing about nothing is not much to work with, okay? But I figure that saying I have nothing to say is at least saying that. And remember, I have used the something story that has rendered this nothingness as a last resort to not having anything to say in the face of a reality that is the only story out there anymore and its not a story that has anything new to say. If anything, it has nothing but old stuff to say but new old stuff that for the moment defies my writing about until there is something new to say that might flip the script, might demand indulging in for the sake of having something new to say worth saying. How many things are being written right now concerning a story that has nothing new and good to say? They must be getting paid to write it, in that case. Nothing, thus, is capable of producing a paycheck. I am not getting paid to write this but that’s okay since I don’t have to listen to what is supposed to be new that isn’t new at all, leaving me to free to–for the moment-write about nothing.

Am I write?