Time to choose a topic

I feel like adding a post to this blog, today, but I'm not sure what to write about. For example, I could write about the upcoming presidential campaigns, and my feelings about the idiocy in both of our major political parties. But that topic doesn't seem as urgent, to me, at the moment.

What does seem to occupy my head is my need to write, and feeling as if I have nothing to write about. It has taken some effort to work on my recent projects: my monograph, two mid-grade novels, poetry, etc. Instead I'm writing about not being able to write which, in itself, seems to be a contradiction of sorts.

Is it true that writing is writing? That no matter what you write, you're still engaged in the process?

I suppose, but somehow writing about writing doesn't provide the same degree of satisfaction. So, perhaps, there are degrees of writings, each of which provides varying amounts of accomplishment. Still, what I'm speaking of is how I feel about what I'm engaged in, rather than what I receive from the act of writing.

For example, at this moment, I'm starting to feel as if this form of writing, blogging, is what I was meant to do, today. Which is fine by me.