Some days I just don’t have much to write about. When I started this blog, I had been a “lurker” for a couple of years. I started out just reading one or two blogs. Then I started reading the comments of other bloggers and started visiting their sites. Now I have so many blogs I like to read that I have a hard time getting any work done around here. Anyway, the point of all that is to say they made it look easy!
Every day I would log on to read a new story or happening, or even a funny joke or video clip. I thought to myself, “Self, how hard can it be? Let’s start a blog.” So I did. But let me tell you, it’s not as easy as you would think.
Oh sure, I have lots of stories to tell, but do you really want to hear about the landscapers and how Zoe has to bark at them, every single time she goes out, even though they are the same guys who were there twenty minutes ago when she went out? Does anyone want to know about Skater’s two lip rings and how he was going to tell his Grandma that he was in a skateboarding accident and the rings are the only thing keeping his lip on? Would anyone care that I’m already thinking of dastardly things to pester the kids on our road trip next month, because CGMan will be driving and I will be able to?
Actually, I know the answer to those questions is yes, or at the very least- sure, why not? And I thank you for that. But that doesn’t make it easier to sit down in the mornings and think of things to write about.
I often wonder if other bloggers have this same problem: I’m walking through the store or driving along and a good story comes to mind. So good that it’s just flowing in my head and I can’t wait to get home and see how it turns out. Only to totally forget what the story was, once I get home. Because from the time I thought of it, until the time I got home, I’ve had to make decisions, and really? not even very important decisions. Like whether to have lettuce salad or spinach salad with dinner. Do the dogs really need a toy that costs $13? What color paint for the last bedroom and could I get away with repainting our bedroom before CGMan gets home? What kind of light bulbs go in the kitchen, the big flat ones or the little flat ones? When was the last time the tires were rotated? With enough things like that going through my head, it’s a wonder I get a blog out at all!
Consider this my disclaimer, I am not a writer in the sense of true literary writing. While I truly love to read (omg, I love to read!) it’s just not in me to pull a story from out of the blue. I’m fairly certain it won’t be me who writes the next literary masterpiece, and I am so okay with that. I don’t think I’d be good with fame, anyway. No, I’m more of the “come sit over here and let me tell you what happened to
Sharon me today!” kind of writer. And some days, nothing interesting happened.
I just hate that.