A fish out of water

Okay, so I'm still in a room by myself. Still trying to think up the "right" words and wondering if anybody will ever read them. But Patty Palmer said that I need to blog (thanks, Patty!) and so I'm diving in. Or actually sticking a toe in and testing the waters. Outside as I write, Jack, (husband par exellence) is diving his hand into our new fish pond to set up an underwater spotlight. I'm at that daunting place in a writer's life when nothing I think up seems worthy of my time and effort. I've heard this referred to as "filling the well" but it feels more like crawling the desert to me. When kids ask me where my ideas come from--they always do--I say "from my brain, the same place your ideas come from." But that's just the beginning. Isn't it thrilling and scary that we can write about anything at all? Wouldn't it just be easier to be a tech writer?