Is it OK to write when you have nothing to say?

I’ve always thought of writer’s block as a form of mental hypochondria. I’ve long had the ability to write something. The challenge has always been to determine whether that “something” was worth writing about. This has become more challenging since I’ve retired.
I’ve had a long and happy professional sideline of writing for professional publication. Over the course of my 40+ year career I wrote 149 articles, 246 columns, 7 books (plus 2 second editions), a children’s short story, a few published letters to newspaper editors, and over 3000 blog posts. (See links to most of these off my website https://sites.google.com/view/dougjohnsonweb/.)
Finding a topic for a column or article was never difficult because my job as school technology director and library supervisor rapidly evolved as technology kept sticking its snout between the pickets of established practice in schools. A new device, application, policy, or measurement needed to be considered every month, it seemed. What should teachers know and be able to do with computers on their desks? What kind of restrictions should be placed on student uses of technology? What is the role of e-books in school library collections? What is the role of the school librarian in the implementation of new technologies in schools? Each new question was fodder for a column or blog post; enough columns and posts could be organized into a book. I may well have bored others, but I rarely bored myself.
Changes as a result of technology came so fast and furiously that academic research and the formulation of best practices based on research could not keep up. We were all flying by the seat of our pants. My writings described action-based research and, well, maybe just making stuff up as we went along.
Now over four years into retirement, my circumstances have changed. The problems and challenges I face today are personal rather than professional. I find myself in a huge demographic cohort - the aging. And AARP seems to know I need solutions to problems I didn't even know I had! Those writing about best financial practices, good health information, and practical travel advice are so numerous and diverse, I usually find there is little for me to add to discussions around these topics.
So where does that leave a writer who enjoys not just writing, but writing for a purpose? Perhaps the purpose has to change…
In “Why I Write for Publication” (2001), I concluded with one of favorite quotes from Fredrick Manfred:
…Open up and let go.
Even if it’s only blowing. But blast.
And I say this loving my God.
Because we are all he has at last.
So what about it, boy?
Is your work going well?
Are you still lighting lamps
Against darkness and hell?
In writing to help improve education, I did feel I was in some small way “lighting lamps against darkness and hell.” Today, that darkness is more internal than external. I write because it gives me something to do. I write because it helps me clarify my own thinking on difficult topics.
At my age, I also use my writing as sort of a mental well-being check. Yes, the doctor at my annual physical asks me to remember three words and draw a clock that tells a certain time. I tend to blow off occasional memory lapses (what’s the name of the actor who played…,) having had such slips for many years and knowing that most of my friends have brain farts as well. But writing tests another level of mental ability, perhaps something a little deeper. At least I hope so.
Perhaps I already given the best rationale for writing when I tried to figure out why I blogged for so many years:
“As it's turned out, I've continued to write simply because it has been so dang much fun. I amuse myself on a fairly regular basis, and if when doing so I amuse you as well, so much the better. I love the comments - both contrary and supportive. And I enjoy the simple freedom of having no editor other than one's own conscience.” (Why the Blue Skunk Blog?)
And it gets tedious playing solitaire all day, every day.