Now what?

Well, as you can see by the text in front of you, the blog is up and running.
Yes, I have successfully overcome the obstacles in my path -- slain the three dragons of laziness, complacence,  and self-doubt -- and am back on the web with a will to do some creative work.
Unfortunately, I am at a loss as to what I should be creating.
It's all well and good for some hot coworker to tell me that I should take up writing again, but when you get right down to it, what am I to write about?
I tell ya, The Black Keys have some truly impressive music videos.
 . . .
That's about all I got.
In the past, when I was new to the blogosphere, all fresh-faced and full of hope and crazy ideas, I blogged on subjects of a deeply personal nature. I felt protected by the relative anonymity this medium provided (despite the fact that I would look each of my readers in the face when I showed up at school the next morning; when I was doing the actual composition, I was separate, and that was enough for me). Nowadays I am too jaded -- not to mention too smart -- to post intimate details about myself on the web.
I would also fill my blog's pages with long-winded music and film criticism, but that was before I realized no one cared what I think. So this, too, is out.
I recall writing about my day-to-day life, although somehow, back then, it seemed pertinent and interesting. At this stage in the game I need the blog to escape the drudgery of my existence, not provide a play-by-play of it.
As further fodder for blotter, I would ramble inanely about my personal view of the world and existence, but I feel I've exhausted that subject and have mellowed, in my quarter-age, to a generalized laissez-faire approach to world. I hold no set beliefs now, and one can hardly fill several pages with explanations of vague notions.
Finally, the content of past blogs was to some extent determined by their readership. If my blog followers wanted me to elaborate on certain subjects, or devote posts to a topic of their choice, I would always oblige. By latest calculations, this blog has precisely . . . zero readers. So, there's no one to offer suggestions or submit requests. In fact, there's not really any reason to talk about anything . . .
I feel I'm in a grand auditorium, on stage, confronted by row upon row of empty seats, before a single, gaunt microphone -- the old-timey kind, with the clunky, angular head. *Tap, tap*. Is this thing on? Lights go up.
What to say?
Now, before I go any further, let us avoid any misunderstandings. This is not my attempt at self-pity. I am not sitting here wondering why I am typing to no one. I have told no one about this blog's existence, so I can hardly be surprised at the lack of readers.
No, I am merely working through what, if anything, is there for me to write about.

*Gazes in mirror*

You know, a topic may have just presented itself.

Personal Appearance!

But, sadly, it's half-past the Witching Hour; I must work a double tomorrow and am coming down from a slight cold. So, that will have to be a story for another time.

Thanks for helping me think that gnarly little knot through.

'Til next time.