Writer's block(head)

There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. -Ernest Hemingway

I can never can figure out what to write. Really, I can't figure what to put down here. No, I am serious. Those who know me, know that I can talk forever about virtually nothing of relevance. Yet, I have trouble writing. Maybe it has to do with with fact that desperately want to seem more interesting than I actually am. I could tell you that I woke up unwillingly, ate a bowl of oatmeal, coerced Theta into showering and getting dressed for school, drank coffee, herded three kids into the car (2 very unwillingly), drove Theta to school, came home,drank coffee, made beds, fed people, drank coffee, did laundry, got another dressed and bathed for school, drank coffee, debated doing some real cleaning and drank some more coffee. Sounds so interesting, doesn't it? Is that what Hemingway was talking about? Tell me.