not knowing what to write about, writing notebooks, professions, and having problems coming up with a title

   So I finished my research paper. *hip hip, hoorayyyyy*

  Today Natalia doesn't know what to write about because today nothing is "Popping Into Her Head." (blog title reference, I hope you got that.)

  So she isn't quite sure...

  I haven't even given this a title yet. I guess we'll title it when we're done. Or like halfway through when I realize what the topic is or something...

  Does anyone else just get a sudden urge at like 12:07 to write a book or learn a language or something? Somehow I always get these random bursts of inspiration right before I go to sleep. I set goals and all that jazz, and get excited for the next morning.

   The next morning? I am tired and groggy from staying up until 1:00, thinking of what I was going to do today. And so I barely pull myself out of bed. I drink coffee (it's good, I don't care what you say.), and don't eat breakfast really. And all my plans from the night before? vanished. I wonder where they go. At any rate, they leave me. 

   And so the cycle continues. I spend the rest of the day not doing what I decided I was going to do. It's a great game my brain likes to play with the rest of me. 

   So that's my life. How have the rest of you been?

   Later:

  I sat staring at the computer trying to make things pop into my head. They just weren't popping. So I  closed the computer for a moment and came back about half an hour later. I remembered one thing I was inspired to write about: Being Inspired to Write.

   Lately, I've been thinking,"I should be an author." Randomly, I'll hear a funny line someone says in real life, or one will just come into my head. Then, my brain scans all the ideas I could have for a book, and puts that line into context. I have a notebook where I write down all these ideas. (TIP: do not trust your brain to remember these things. You can lose some of the best ideas just by thinking you will remember them and putting off writing them down.) This idea is not my own. (Thank you, Mother Daughter Book Club series, which I was obsessed with when I was eleven.)

  My notebook only has about four or five pages filled with ideas, because these ideas don't just come all the time, unfortunately. For some they probably do, and maybe the fact that they don't for me, means I am simply not a writer. That I can put down the ideas that pop into my head, but really am not that good at coming up with real-life sounding stories that I actually haven't experienced. But it's fun anyway. Maybe someday I'll have enough ideas in my notebook to actually begin a book.

  Oh I was also going to mention that one of the pros of writing down these ideas ties in with a phrase we've all heard: Write what you know. Usually that sounds incredibly boring. At least for me, who is always reading good books and spontaneously feeling like I NEED to write a book. And when I say write a book, I don't mean I usually think that I want to write about life in Bay Tree, which is honestly not supper eventful. I want to write about life in a huge city or a little village. Somewhere I've never actually lived. (Hopefully that'll change someday...) And that's just not how it works because I don't have enough experience in those areas to make a realistic story out of it. So how to write about what you know, without making it sound boring? Write down the little things that aren't as boring. Write about your real life, but leaving out the boringness. Details are everything, so that's where your little notebook comes in.

  And I realize I sound like I'm giving tips, preaching to an audience, writing a speech. Remember, this is still just me writing ideas that pop into my head. This is stuff I've heard and am rephrasing for the blog. This is not completely original.

  Also in that notebook, you can write down phrases that you love from books you love. Then you can somehow weave those ideas into your own story later on, without copying the authors ideas, only using their ideas to be inspired.

  Enough on writing. Let's talk about professions. I think want to be an interior designer when I finish high school. It's fascinating, the way you can take an ugly room, whether cluttered and truly just ugly, or one completely empty, and make it beautiful and comfortable. You work with so many different colors, textures, and styles, which I love. I'm seriously considering this possibility.

  Also ALSO. Something I wanted to mention. You know how when you first start a blog, or when you don't write for a year and then come back and write again, then you get all this new inspiration. Your ideas change and you're like "Oh this would be fun and I would never get tired of writing about this." (of course you actually do eventually get tired of writing about it, and then leave for a year, as I mentioned.) Well, yes I am maybe possibly in that stage right now, considering my second-to-most-recent post was in June of 2019, and now I have two new posts with the dates May 30, 2020, and June 1, 2020. But it's okay. May as well write while you're inspired, eh? (I am Canadian. Proud of it.)

  Also also ALSO. (Last paragraph, I promise.) I honestly realize that I'm not a fan of the word "inspiration" or any form of it such as "inspired." I've used it too much and it has been worn out... need a new word.

  Sorry. I know I said that would be the last paragraph. But I still can't think of a title. By the time you read this, it should have one, but remember that it was a great struggle for me to come up with one. Thank you. Goodbye.