Recently, my son overheard me telling someone that I wanted to spend more time on my blog and understood it to mean I was embracing my inner blob. Kids! We had a good laugh over it but he still has no clue what a blog is and I suspect he was just being polite when he apologized for offhandedly calling me a blob. So why haven’t I been writing more entries? Well, the main reason is that I’m not a writer. I mean, I can write stuff like Facebook posts and charts at work and the occasional long-winded email, if necessary, but it doesn’t come naturally. In fact, much of the time it’s a struggle, probably in part because I don’t have a plan when I start writing. And because I don’t have a plan, more often than not, it ends up being one long paragraph. Like this. But I’m going to persist because I want to get better at it. Ideas are swirling around in my head all the time. The challenge is how to express them in a way that touches the six people who happen to be following my blog at the moment. Honest. I’m thrilled that anyone would bother to follow me. Especially with a production rate of 1.5 entries a year.
New idea, new paragraph, right? The other thing I have to get over is my perfectionism. Yes, despite the perpetual messy state of my desk at work, I am a perfectionist deep down, a failed one at that. It’s one of the reasons I don’t cook. Can’t stand the idea of messing up my shiny kitchen. I’ve been reading a lot about perfectionism over the week-end, how it stops people from writing, cooking, trying something new or finishing something started. I think the key is to put it all in perspective. I’m not a writer but I can still write. It doesn’t have to be perfect but it can still be meaningful for me and hopefully for my six followers.
Count on another entry soon. I’m on a roll.