How Pandora can help you write your blog
I’m looking at a blank space on my computer screen and my mind is equally blank.
Oh noes! Writer’s block!
Like most days, I woke up with oodles of enthusiasm and lots of blog post ideas dancing in my head. I rushed to my office and sat down and the words magically flowed from my fingertips and into the computer, which, during the process, became an extension of my stream of consciousness.
Voila! In no time at all a blog post was born.
Too bad I can’t use it. It sets a new low, even for me. Personally I love it. But then this awareness washed over me like a tsunami of failure. The post is simply too pathetic, even for this POS blog.
Back to the drawing board, I guess. And that’s when it happened. The blank screen consumed me. It seems I have no more ideas left in me for today. Guru powers can be draining. I got nothing. Nothing times infinity. Plus one. And then some. With motherfucking sprinkles on top.
I’ve had an idea for some time for helping me through rough spots as a writer. It involves Pandora, the personalized internet radio service.
My idea works like this:
- Load Pandora
- Pick one of your existing stations based on your mood
- From the first song that comes up, divine inspiration
Inspiration can take the form of a word, idea or feeling that the song evokes.
That’s it. That’s the gist of an idea I came up with to help me think of something to blog about. It’s not exactly rocket science, eh? Because I got stuck this morning, I decided to give it the old college try.
Station: Theory of a Deadman
Yeah, my mood isn’t exactly the best. In fact, I’ve been sitting here literally wondering if I’m insane. I’ve been thinking I need some sort of treatment. So I picked the rock band Theory of a Deadman to suit my mood.
I was very curious to see what song would come up. From where would inspiration spring? This is a lot like holding a question in your head, picking up a book and opening to a page at random.
Perfect! That’s just perfect! I just painted myself into a corner! Fail. Woots.
I won’t say what that other post was about – the wife would kill me – but here’s a wee hint: