Betcha thought this was going to be a post about how to mix it up in the bedroom! Sorry to disappoint. (Hmmm…Maybe I’ll come back to that idea some day)
As you’ve probably noticed, I’ve been MIA from the blog for a couple of weeks now. First it was because I was deep in finishing my first draft, then I was on vacation. But I’ve been back for a week now and still no posts. What gives?
I’ll be honest. I have a love-hate relationship with blogging. I love having one, love meeting new people, learning new things, reading about everyone else’s lives. But when it comes to actually writing blog posts, I have a problem – My life is boring.
I know, I know, I’m a writer! I should be able to make this shit up and keep you all entertained! I should post words of wisdom about my writing process and links to fantastic articles that will make you all better readers/writers/people.
Yeah. Like that happens.
You see, I am a perfectionist.
Whatever I do needs to be perfect or I’d rather not do it at all. It’s been a longstanding problem. I am fully aware of my faults and my loved ones take great pleasure in reminding me constantly that no one is perfect. Still, I am harder on myself than anyone else. So when I write a post, it really bothers me if it’s not funny/helpful/entertaining. But the problem with that is, no matter what I write, I never feel like it’s funny/helpful/entertaining enough.
And added to that, all of the “Social Media Experts”, the people who are good at marketing and branding and getting your name out there, stress over and over that your blog should be about the reader. Should cater to them and enrich their lives to keep them/you coming back.
But who am I to know what will enrich any one’s life? I have a hard time deciding on what color socks to put on in the morning. I can’t be responsible for making sure everything I write has a higher purpose. Talk about pressure!
So I have to admit, with my head hung in shame, that it was easier not to post at all than to figure out what to post. I’m not a published author, I don’t have any mad skillz or deep thoughts that will turn on that light bulb for you. I’m a technical writer by day, so yeah, I can write you directions on how to use your computer, or edit your prose tight enough to fit in a one page manual, but who wants to read about that?
So what does this have to do with passion you might wonder?
Well, I’m going to try an experiment. Instead of trying to write what I think you guys will be interested in, I’m going to write about what I’m interested in. Because I’ve discovered that if I’m listening to someone talk about Origami and I couldn’t care less, if the person is passionate about it, is animated and excited, I become interested myself. I’m hoping that’ll work here too.
So until I become a famous published author with groupies and a 3 book deal, or discover the answer to the questions of the universe (42), all I can give you is my mostly-normal life, my perspective on my writing journey so far, and my slightly odd take on the world and it’s mysteries. (And maybe a game/movie/book review thrown in on occasion)
Hopefully there will be something in there that interests you enough to stick around. And maybe, if I’m really lucky, I can stop worrying so much about being perfect and just have fun.