You Mean I Have to Keep on Writing?

Sooo....Apparently with this blog thing you are supposed write and the reader is supposed to come back and read. Which obviously I haven't been doing so you couldn't. It's not like I haven't thought about writing or intended to write or waxed poetic in my mind brilliant pieces of prose late at night when I couldn't sleep. But apparently the words don't write themselves. My bad. I'll try to do better.

I have this writing book which claims that to be a writer you have to write every day. Every. Single. Day. Sometimes that just doesn't happen. Obviously. Some days I don't have anything brilliant to say or any deep thoughts the world might care about. There are days when my brain is occupied with nothing more than making sure the cats have food and water, getting dressed, taking a shower, riding my bike or watching Law and Order reruns on TNT for 8 hours straight. Does the world really need to know about this? Probably not.

There are of course other things to blog about. Some more important. Some not so important. I could write about the book I'm reading, but I'm only on page 8 and I can't remember the title right now. My super cute 11 year old niece and nephew just graduated from elementary school. How is this possible?!?!?! They were only babies yesterday. I could write about that. Or I could write about how I'm afraid of my washing machine because it seriously sounds like it's about to blow up every time I run the spin cycle. Or I could write deep thoughts about philosophy or art or God. That would require lots of thought and use of big words and today I'm feeling pretty lazy so maybe not.

I know people who blog. They post pictures of their artwork, family vacations, dogs, cats, friends, bucolic outdoor scenery. They write sometimes moving or funny or inspirational or poignant stories about their lives. Their blogs have beautiful layouts with cool fonts and colors. I'm lucky if I can upload a post without losing my piece. I have a digital camera. I suppose I could take pictures, but I have no idea how to get the pictures from my camera to the blog. Today I tried to change the font of the text and yet it still looks the same. Why is this? I can't even change the font? Are you kidding me? I am a college graduate. I should be able to do better than this.

Maybe someday I'll be able to write something witty and profound. Maybe someday I'll be able to write on a more consistent basis so my throngs of adoring fans clamoring for more prose won't have to wait so long.

Writing can be hard work. First, you have to think of something to say. Then, you actually have to write it. Sometimes you have to write over and over just to put the words together exactly the right way. Then, in my case, I have to upload the words to the blog without losing the text. That seems to be the hard part.

Sometimes there are mundane tasks or pets which interrupt my blogging. I made the cats go outside a little while ago because they were being too clingy and it was really driving me crazy. It took me a five whole minutes to get them both outside and then I slammed the door really fast so they wouldn't come back inside. Those animals really need to get out more.

The only reason I have been able to write these words is because they are outside and I am inside. Alone. With my computer. Otherwise, atleast one of them would be standing on my keyboard making the computer do bizarre things. Guaranteed. Now I can hear them crying and scratching at the door so I had better go let them in before I make them too mad. If they kill me, I can't write anymore blog posts.