It's hard to blog when you work in a cube

I find myself really wanting to stay disciplined with blogging, but I don't generate much blog-worthy material while sitting in my cube on the east side of the 25th floor watching it be gray all day. It's easy to lose sight of what you actually want to accomplish in life, or even in the next year, when all you get are a couple of days here and there to catch your breath. Mark has said that he would like to write a novel at some point in his life, which I think is a cool aspiration. I think I would like to write something more substantive than a journal entry as well, but I think I'm more inclined toward non-fiction than creative fictitious writing. Maybe something to do with sustainable consumption? I also think it would be cool to have a garden and grow all of my own produce organically. I'm told that Chicago soil is dangerously lead-ridden, though, so it may have to be a rooftop deal somewhere down the road when it's possible that I'll own at least a share of a roof. Maybe somehow during the day when I'm in my cube gazing over the hideous roof of the building next door and all of its strange gray contraptions, I'll be inspired to realize this dream.