Day 12, Post 12
Perhaps my goals on this blog need to be changed. I love writing every day. I love searching for inspiration and trying to write with the unique flair that I personally admire in other blogs or narrations, but at the same time my life needs some organization.
Maybe I need to be more practical and try to blog about getting organized. I would love to spend 15 minutes a day cleaning, and 15 minutes a day organizing. To clean out things to get rid of all the junk in my house. To downsize and plan ahead. To get to the place that my house stays neat and organized would be such a relief for me.
On the other hand, the name of this blog is habitual impracticality. So I think that doing something practical would be antiblog.
Therefore, I won't.
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Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
At Least I'm Enjoying Myself
Day 10, Post 10
Today is a milestone, the 10th post of this little blog. I am still enjoying myself, which is really the point of this blog. So, this is an important post. It is just under halfway of becoming a habit. I wonder if this will stick. Perhaps it will be like writing camp and in about 15 years I will be a fabulous writer simply because I practiced every day on my blog.
Then again, perhaps not. But at least I am enjoying myself.
My cousin recently sent me a link to a blog called A Girl's Guide To Homelessness which is a sad but sweet tale of a girl who ended up homeless, blogging, and is now famous. Do you think that anyone will ever be interested in my blog? Perhaps not as my blog has no specific point of view. I'm not really sure if anyone likes to read my opinions. But, at least I'm enjoying myself.
Sometimes I wonder if I really would want readers. There is something so satisfying about just writing down your thoughts and sending it out into the void. (That is a slightly plagiarized line from "You've Got Mail" but it completely explains what I mean.)
On the other hand, it would be nice to be a serious writer. To write knowing someone cared (dear family, I know you care, I know you read this, and I appreciate that, but that doesn't count [as Julie said in Julie and Julia when she found out her 1 reader was her mother]). To write knowing that there are people out there waiting to read what you have written. Interested in what you have to say. Perhaps someday that will happen.
Perhaps not, but at least I'm enjoying myself.
Today is a milestone, the 10th post of this little blog. I am still enjoying myself, which is really the point of this blog. So, this is an important post. It is just under halfway of becoming a habit. I wonder if this will stick. Perhaps it will be like writing camp and in about 15 years I will be a fabulous writer simply because I practiced every day on my blog.
Then again, perhaps not. But at least I am enjoying myself.
My cousin recently sent me a link to a blog called A Girl's Guide To Homelessness which is a sad but sweet tale of a girl who ended up homeless, blogging, and is now famous. Do you think that anyone will ever be interested in my blog? Perhaps not as my blog has no specific point of view. I'm not really sure if anyone likes to read my opinions. But, at least I'm enjoying myself.
Sometimes I wonder if I really would want readers. There is something so satisfying about just writing down your thoughts and sending it out into the void. (That is a slightly plagiarized line from "You've Got Mail" but it completely explains what I mean.)
On the other hand, it would be nice to be a serious writer. To write knowing someone cared (dear family, I know you care, I know you read this, and I appreciate that, but that doesn't count [as Julie said in Julie and Julia when she found out her 1 reader was her mother]). To write knowing that there are people out there waiting to read what you have written. Interested in what you have to say. Perhaps someday that will happen.
Perhaps not, but at least I'm enjoying myself.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Uninspiration
Day 8, Post 8
Today was a difficult day. It was as if nothing was going to go right. The problems began with a program on my computer that has a very strange glitch that causes my pictures to disappear when I save the file. So I have to recreate the picture portion. Once I do that I can't do anything else without it shutting the program down. Very strange. From there it was one thing after another until finally I was home relaxing. I decided to take a hot bath to relax. I have some Epsom Lavender Salts that I added to the tub and it smelled fabulous. I slid in and was just about to relax when this strange burning sensation started on my arms, then my legs. I tried to ignore it thinking it was in my head until suddenly I had to get out of the tub it was so bad. I took a quick shower to wash the salts off of me but it took about 20 minutes for the burning to stop. No rash, not redness, nothing to indicate that I was reacting to something other than the pain. Very strange. My skin is still sensitive.
My goal on these posts was to write something inspired. Something I felt was good writing. But today, honestly, I am completely uninspired. I just don't have it in me to do anything but vent. So, I shall send this off into the world of the web and somehow, just by telling the phantom readers out there, I feel better.
Today was a difficult day. It was as if nothing was going to go right. The problems began with a program on my computer that has a very strange glitch that causes my pictures to disappear when I save the file. So I have to recreate the picture portion. Once I do that I can't do anything else without it shutting the program down. Very strange. From there it was one thing after another until finally I was home relaxing. I decided to take a hot bath to relax. I have some Epsom Lavender Salts that I added to the tub and it smelled fabulous. I slid in and was just about to relax when this strange burning sensation started on my arms, then my legs. I tried to ignore it thinking it was in my head until suddenly I had to get out of the tub it was so bad. I took a quick shower to wash the salts off of me but it took about 20 minutes for the burning to stop. No rash, not redness, nothing to indicate that I was reacting to something other than the pain. Very strange. My skin is still sensitive.
My goal on these posts was to write something inspired. Something I felt was good writing. But today, honestly, I am completely uninspired. I just don't have it in me to do anything but vent. So, I shall send this off into the world of the web and somehow, just by telling the phantom readers out there, I feel better.
