Writing is not hard. I mean, everybody does it - they have their blogs, tweets, Facebook updates. So why do I have to wrestle with words everytime I try to write anything. Case in point - I wrote that first sentence an hour ago. See? Once I start it's easy, but words and I have a very contentious relationship. For one, I don't like what I write. Ever. Well, I do at first. Start to think I'm the next Hemingway... until I go back and read it and think it's a steaming pile of overly ponderous poo.
You know, Words. We don't have to fight all the time. I will ease my stranglehold on you if you just try to relax a bit more. See, we CAN work together.
Now if we can both ease up, I can go on to my next point: Total avoidance. This is the third or fourth time I've checked up on my blog in the last several months. I've thought several times about adding a new post, then I (a) find something - anything - better to do or (b) is that a squirrel? And yet nothing has been updated. Turns out no one is going to write it for me. So what's the point of it? I'm starting to see how my job as an editor has turned me into a desconstructor of writing, not the creator. So now it's time to get creating again.
Thus I present my 2010 this-time-I-won't-be-a-slacker declaration of self-blogging: You'll see me again. Soon. Or later. But I'll be back.
