I know. I give folks FAR too much credit. Including myself. Bear with me here.
Keeping a blog going -- even with the most lacksidaisical idea of theme -- is hard work. It nips at your back mind constantly. Because you (or I, as it were) feel like it should be a priority, or at least a commitment. To what, I don't know. But it's an exercise in discipline, right?
Clearly, Discipline and I have an ongoing standoff. Particularly when my day-to-day work has involved much writing as of late.
I feel I should have substance. Something that is useful, amusing, or at least enjoyable to my dozen or so readers. It's not enough to simply say: "Hey! I had a great Sunday! I started by going to a soon-to-be-favorite dive bar for a fabulous $3.50 breakfast. Then I played dress-up-doll with my sample size husband on his annual shopping trip. We followed that by picking up a dress or two for me, then had FAR too much fun refreshing ourselves at The Phoenician. We came home and made a fabulous grilled steak and veg salad for dinner while listening to old Casey Kasem Top 40 countdowns on our patio. Awesome!"
But that's about it. Life is really fun, even in its small moments. Something I have to remind myself constantly when some small niggling THING of no long-term consequence is bugging me at the back of my brain.
I asked this on my Twitter feed, but I ask you too: What do you do when your brain won't stop whirring? And for those of you with blogs, do you feel pressure to update on a regular basis, even if you feel your life is fun but...well, not necesssarily extraordinary? Or is it the perspective and -- dare I say it -- spin that make the regular bits shine?
