What do you do when you desperately want to blog and yet have no idea where to begin, what to share, how to wander through the meanders of thoughts rumbling about your head? Every evening I go to sleep with the renewed hope that the nigh will bring some major revelation; each morning I wake up tired, sleepy and with almost no recollection of the night’s promises.
I am bugged by my inconsistency as a writer. Yes, life gets in the way sometimes, but why am I not able to separate that, no not separate, extrapolate nuggets of ideas? Yes, it’s disconcerting to have a daily reminder of how much other people are writing. Yes, I judge most of my days as chock full of mundane, not-really-fit-for-blogging nuggets.
Should I write, again, about how much I love Lost? Or how someone got ahold of my debit card number and charged themselves a 3,300+ toy? (restitution took about 30 days) Or how about I might be, oh gawd, moving again? Or how now, more than ever, I believe that certain people show up in our lives almost at the right moment? Or, yea, this is a gem, once again, I seem to have misplaced my affections? Or, eeeek, how I’ll be reaching a particular milestone in a little over a month (omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg!).
All these seem valid topics and at the same time, seriously, do I *really* want to write about them. Maybe I should just stop with my hemming and hawing and just get them out on paper; gladly making that little voice in the back of my head, finally happy and shutting her up once and for all (Just write it damnit!! Just get it out there!! Be yourself! Let it all out!! What are you so afraid of!?!?)
Ok, ok, I’m gonna get it all out here. Stay tuned.
PS Is “facebooking” already a verb?