1) I can't write about work. It is a giant chunk of my life, filled with ridiculously good stories that I CAN'T TELL and that irritates me. Seriously, I've got some doozies, but I signed a piece of paper that said I wouldn't, so I can't. I could write about the rest of my life, but:
2) The rest of my life is pretty damn boring. What am I going to write about, the giant spider I found in its web on my blinds this morning? That's about all I have to say about that.
3) I am lazy. I admit it. It is very taxing to be creative, and it really cuts into the time I have allotted for watching Farmer Wants a Wife. I have to have priorities, you know.