I've been feeling a little guilty lately.
I think I'm sort of obsessed with my own blog. Seriously, I adore coming home for lunch in the middle of my workday. My plan is always to sit down and write. It's the perfect time to work. There are no distractions (other than the hungry rumble in my tummy) or reasons that I shouldn't be able to churn out a good amount of words before I head back to the world of checking account deposits and cash-in tickets.
However, I find that when I come home for lunch, all I want to do is blog.
My reader is full as a good girl's Christmas stocking, and then there's my own post -- just waiting to be written. Something alarmingly witty, for sure. Something that will generate the multiple comments I will hungrily read from my cell phone when I sneak out for a cigarette break at 4:00.
So, I avoid the writing -- you know, of the fiction variety. I sit here, instead watching the text fill the blank screen of a New Post.
Then, at night, when I'm home again and my reader is still heavy with entertaining and inspiring posts from all of you, I read with abandon. I comment like it's my job.
This is my routine. This has become my life.
Yes, I am in full-on blog mode, sometimes until 8:00 at night, when American Idol or LOST or Survivor or Modern Family or The Bachelor or whateverspice starts.
Then, I'm in full-on veg-out mode until I stagger to bed with what are probably very glazedoverlooking eyeballs.
When, I ask? When am I supposed to write?
What the hell is wrong with me? Do I not care enough about it? Do I not have it in me?
Er. Sorry. I'm having one of those days.
I think I'm sort of obsessed with my own blog. Seriously, I adore coming home for lunch in the middle of my workday. My plan is always to sit down and write. It's the perfect time to work. There are no distractions (other than the hungry rumble in my tummy) or reasons that I shouldn't be able to churn out a good amount of words before I head back to the world of checking account deposits and cash-in tickets.
However, I find that when I come home for lunch, all I want to do is blog.
My reader is full as a good girl's Christmas stocking, and then there's my own post -- just waiting to be written. Something alarmingly witty, for sure. Something that will generate the multiple comments I will hungrily read from my cell phone when I sneak out for a cigarette break at 4:00.
So, I avoid the writing -- you know, of the fiction variety. I sit here, instead watching the text fill the blank screen of a New Post.
Then, at night, when I'm home again and my reader is still heavy with entertaining and inspiring posts from all of you, I read with abandon. I comment like it's my job.
This is my routine. This has become my life.
Yes, I am in full-on blog mode, sometimes until 8:00 at night, when American Idol or LOST or Survivor or Modern Family or The Bachelor or whateverspice starts.
Then, I'm in full-on veg-out mode until I stagger to bed with what are probably very glazedoverlooking eyeballs.
When, I ask? When am I supposed to write?
What the hell is wrong with me? Do I not care enough about it? Do I not have it in me?
Er. Sorry. I'm having one of those days.
Comments
I curse the interwebs. I curse Al Gore. And I curse you for writing interesting stuff.
Blah!@#$%
Plus, I like that I can be done with a post in half an hour, drop in some fancy pictures, and let the world have at it.
I am the same way. I keep complaining about not having time to write, but then I realize that I've just spent at least an hour of the day blogging or looking at other blogs. It's like a sickness!!
I don't believe we don't have it in us- it's just that blogging is an outlet. Writers NEED to write, it helps us cope with everything going on in our life...and sometimes it's just easier to write things that aren't going to be judged on it's merit. Ex. a blog. When I blog it's almost theraputic for me!
Like right now, for instance.
I can do this!!
I can't turn on my computer while I'm home for lunch. I say I'm only going to play some solitare while I eat my sandwich, but how do you shut down without the opportunity to be someone early commenter instead of the last one before the post changes.
Well, there are worse things . . I could be bored, like kids are all the time.
..........dhole
Hi, My name is Ashley, and I'm addicted to blogging.
I hate to make matters worse, but there's something for you over at my place. Totally ignore it though. Go write some fiction instead. :D
I've found blogging to be addictive and I scaled back to find balance because the most important thing to me is becoming a novelist and submitting short stories and poems to literary magazines. This is fun (actually I love it!)and I know it is important to have a web presence but web presence won't matter if I don't work on my W.I.P. and my query project. I think the appeal to the blog thing is the instant feedback of comments. But I've noticed that some of my best posts receive the fewest comments. And I'm trying to figure that out. I've also had to cut back on some of the contests, etc. because I just don't have time.
Good luck on finding your own balance and the answers to your questions.