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Is there nothing new to write about?

November 13, 2011
By JANICE R. KIASKI - Community editor, Herald-Star , The Herald-Star

As I started to write today's column, I realized I've written about everything there is for me to write about.

My husband.

My kids.

My job.

My family.

My childhood.

My horse.

My mother.

My cooking or lack thereof.

Life in general.

Life specific.

You name it. Been there. Wrote that.

Hey, it's been how many years of my writing this and you reading it?

Better Half says I'm wrong, though.

He says that even in writing this acknowledgement, I am, in fact, writing something new.


Once again, my husband is right. Man, I hate when that happens.

There's always something new to write about, he offered the encouragement.

You've just got to figure it out.

Easy for him to say as he leaves me staring at a blank screen, off for his nighttime bowl of multi-grain Cheerios and evening session with Anderson Cooper, Piers Morgan and Greta Van Susteren.

I was going to write about the red geraniums on the verge of blooming now that they've found a home in the kitchen. I talk to them, which I think helps, as long as I don't have coffee breath.

I was going to write about how Better Half gave this guy a dirty look in church last Sunday because he brought me a "Back in the Saddle" horse catalog because he said it reminded him of me.

Little did he know that someone else had just mailed me one, too, for the very same reason.

Everything is kind of pricey in this catalog.

Better Half doesn't like pricey catalogs. At least not in my possession.

I was going to write about the time change, but what can I say about it? The only people who can appreciate it getting darker sooner are vampires who can get out and socialize earlier.

I thought I could at least appreciate having an extra hour of sleep last Sunday but I just kept waking up, thinking I'd overslept.

So it's tough writing new and fresh every week.

As I've told people before, writing a column every Sunday is like having a baby: you conceive an idea, you let it gestate a while, and then comes the due date.

Sometimes it's an easy delivery.

Sometimes it's hard labor.

But in the end you've birthed something.

Better Half says next week will be better. Either he'll do something stupid or I surely will, and there you have it - a column idea.

That's one time I hope he's right.

(Kiaski, a resident of Steubenville, is a staff columnist for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times and community editor for the Herald-Star. She can be contacted at

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