Well, hello there blog readers. *crickets* Hello? Hey you, out there in the cold, getting lonely, getting old can you feel me? Sorry, Pink Floyd has been ringing through the recesses of my mind all day.
Some people are just good bloggers, you know? Dedicated to the craft of writing. Determined to make their voice heard in the bloggy wilderness. I am not that kind of person. It's not that I don't have anything to say -- OK, it might be that sometimes -- but once I sit down to write I freeze. I become the most critical of critics. I self-edit to the point where the only word on the screen might be "the." I think of telling a really funny story, then wonder if it might offend someone, mainly a potential client. This is not conducive to the creative process.
National Novel Writing Month is coming up in November, and I'm giving it another try. That's why I want to start blogging again, so I can get into the habit of filling a blank page with more than blather. I failed spectacularly at NaNoWriMo last year. I got to 14,000 words and hit a brick wall. I was writing very honestly about myself and it was. So. Hard. Is that where I'm making the critical error, in writing about myself? I want to write what I know, and what do I know better than the foibles and idiosyncrasies of myself?
Unless I turn this blog into an homage to the world of Little Debbie snack cakes or a tutorial on power-leveling your WoW toons, I really don't know what else I could write about, other than myself. But really, isn't every blog topic an insight into how a person thinks, who they are? Like this blog post is all about my ability to over-think a plate of beans. Or an empty blog.
