I often find myself whinging that I don’t blog more often. Well, applying what I know of my personal best processes, in order to get that done, I just have to DO IT.
I have to sit my butt down (or in this case, stand my butt up at the awesome standing desk Lala got me for Christmas) and write something to put on the blog.
So here I am. I’m making a pledge to show up here on Mondays and write. I won’t regret it later. In fact, I know the only time I’ll regret it is on Mondays when I have to write something.
It’s truly weird, the way writers hate to write. Lala and I talk about it a lot. She’s an artist, and there’s very little she likes more than drawing. She sometimes has a tiny bit of reluctance to get in her chair, but it’s the kind of reluctance someone would have about getting up and crossing the room to get the Reese’s Peanut Butter cup. “Oh, okay. Here I go.”
She loves drawing. She loves making her art.
Writers just aren’t like that, for the most part. (There are some, yes, who love every part of writing including the writing itself, but I honestly don’t quite buy into it. What’s in their water? I worry.)
Most writers love thinking about writing. They love having written. But getting the damn butt in chair is often a lot harder than it should be. And, problematically, when the butt is in the chair is when the writer is on her computer. And what’s inside her computer?
I look back on writers of old, pre-internet days, and I marvel at the fact they, too, say they had the same trouble getting to the writing part. What on earth was preventing them? Phone calls? Solicitors at the door?
What did they distract themselves with? The newspaper? Were they unable to look away, like I am sometimes with Twitter? The book on their nightstand? Cleaning?
I worship at the shrine of Freedom, and have said it often – I use it to take myself off the internet for any amount of time I need it to. I couldn’t write books without it.
Oh, here’s my New Year’s podcast in Youtube form, if you’d like to hear some frank talk about money and goals.
So yes, I plan to reconnect with the blog. My blog and I have grown apart. I’m going to woo it a bit. Check back here on Mondays, and I’ll try to have a new little catch up for you.
(Thanks for reading for so long, friends. Some of you have been here since the dark ages, when the internet still ran on hamster-power, and I love you for it. New readers, I hug you, too.)