It crossed my mind that I should blog more than I do, but then I thought, Blog about what?
Confession: I wanted to start a blog to distract me from my traumatizing loss of files. I didn’t have a specific goal in mind or anything, only to write (blog posts, as it turns out).
That might have been the wrong reason to start a blog, but I did it.
And I don’t know what I’m doing.
It’s easy to blog once a week because I don’t have to worry about thinking up ideas to blog about until the day the blog post needed to come out.
So in a way, it’s like, “I can’t procrastinate about writing a post until the day it needs to hit the streets.” And since I’m determined to do something with this blog, I usually end up writing a post.
But the thing is: I don’t want to talk about nothing.
I want this blog to mean something. It’s easy to come up with ideas for stories. Well, not easy, since story ideas honestly fall out of the sky. (Sometimes I grab them and make tacos out of them.)
But blogging is different and I don’t want to talk about just anything.
And someone will say, “Write whatever comes to you or affects you or makes you mad or…”
It’s all good advice, but for some reason, I end up feeling like it’s a selfish move, like, “How narcissistic of you.”
But I only know myself. It’s not like there are three people living in my head or anything. You see what I’m saying?
So, sure, writing what bothers me and all sounds okay, but unless I’m in the moment of being frustrated or whatever else, it doesn’t do anything for me.
And it feels selfish, which is a place I don’t want to go.
~Long story short~
I don’t want to write pointless blog posts, but at the same time, I’m out of ideas for meaningful ones.