It’s frustrating to actually want to write a decent post, instead of the drivel I usually write, and just not have the time. There are so many things I want to share about my dad, about his last days, his funeral, my family. But these aren’t posts that can be written between filling a sippy cup and putting a load of laundry in the washer.
I need time. I need serious writing time.
There are a million bloggers out there with kids, with an “s”, as in “more than one.” They seem to write frequent witty, entertaining or at least informative posts if not daily, then many times a week. Why can’t I seem to do that?
I think the whole world is a better time manager than I am. I don’t understand how that happened. On the other hand, I have a feeling that on my death bed I will not wish I would have written more posts. I guess everything has its trade offs, huh?
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Lauralea // November 21, 2008 at 12:30 pm |
I think that’s exactly right. About trade-offs.
I like to think of myself as a frequent, witty and entertaining (for the most part) blogger, but I could never have done this 15 years ago when I had young children. Heck- it’s taken me 15 years to take the germ of an idea for a children’s picture book and get it to where I’m ready to start sending it to publishers! And THAT after having it simmer in the back of my brain for 14 of those 15 years.
I think part of being a “successful” blogger is figuring out why you want to blog/write. For me, when I started, it was a creative outlet. It’s become a place to practice writing. It’s become a place to revisit the creative writing I did in high school; a canvas to take what I see, hear, experience, and create a word picture so that y’all can see, hear and experience what I do.
As long as you’re still thinking, and occasionally writing, you’ll be fine. Because we all know that far too quickly The Girl will be heading off to school, and you’ll have way too much time for blogging.