It's not that I'm not trying. I am.
I've started a hundred posts in the past week. Okay, not a hundred. Four. But four is a lot. Not a hundred, true, but it is a lot. Considering I haven't posted since Dramarama was popular I'm pretty pleased with four. Four is a healthy number of posts to start.
I've started four … five if you count this one.
And I've finished none … none if you count this one.
For me, writing is like exercising. Meaning lately I don't do it very much. And also, I like to eat cookies while I'm doing it. The cookies are not helpful to achieving the end result in either case but in both instances they sure do prove to be a mighty incentive during it.
Sometimes I think writing shouldn't be as hard as it is. I think it should just come easily to me. It's not difficult, after all, for me to send emails to friends, or to post clever status updates on my facebook page so I guess I think posting something to my blog about anything … anything…ANYTHING .. should be easy breezy Japanesey. After all, there are like a ga-zillion blogs out there about oh say, nothing, and they seem to be able to post everyday … or every other day … (or at least a few times since Dramarama). So how hard could it be? Then other times I think anything worthwhile is a little difficult so maybe writing is SUPPOSED to be hard. It's supposed to take effort. It's supposed to stretch the mind and the vocabulary and challenge the writer as much as, if not more than, the reader. It's those times when I think, yes … it is hard … writing is not easy but by gum by golly I'm just the girl to tackle it! I think, sure, other blogs post every day but so what! Their stuff is so common, so run of the mill and well, my stuff is, you know … meaningful (see, for example, my latest post about my sister's cat. Or my post about the bees*. OR the one about the dog who suckled the tiger cubs … I mean come ON! That's some powerful stuff)… so of COURSE it is a little hard. And of COURSE I have to work at it! And with that pep talk, I sit. And I open a blank document. And I position my fired-up fingers over the flat black keys …And that's usually about the time I go get a cookie.
Like I said, it's not that I'm not trying.
*Something I want to add about bees. The last time I read my own blog, right around the time Clinton was in office I think, I noticed I left off a major thing I love about bees – the bee dance . I just LOVE that little bee dance they perform in their nest to let other bees know where the good pollen is. It's like a little honey hustle. If you don't believe me, watch this youtube video that shows a bee getting down while a narrator with a fierce cold or sinus trouble explains the steps. It's awesome. In fact, I really wish we humans were more like bees in this respect. I would much rather someone dance it out when I ask for directions than scrawl it on a piece of paper.
"Excuse me, Sir? Can you help us? We're looking for the Shoneys"
<Clap>! <Snap Snap>! Left shoulder goes down…
"Uh huh …"
Shimmy to the right, left foot up, quick spin and some jazz hands! …
"Oh! I didn't realize the bridge was out …. Go on"
Grapevine left, grapevine right and a big tad-da move with a clap!
"Got it! Thank you! … It's two blocks up on the left."
Oh and here, Mom … a link to a Dramarama video
