Blog Envy
I got wrapped up in blogland last night. I mean, heavy, let's read what is out there... and then I landed in self-deprecation mode. What do I offer that these other virtual worlds do not? And it came down to not a whole lot, maybe a pile of beans but other than that- I rarely have an original thought, my insights aren't much more than an offshoot mind, rambling rant, and as far as original, and witty writing? Ha! My writer/blog *voice* is young, naive and immature in the world of bloggers. And I think I can write a novel? Ugh.
This is at least the fifth attempt at writing a blog. I started one a long time ago at uselesswriter.com (now defunct, though I still own the domain), then I tried another blogspot number, and then this one is a few times done over itself. I inevitably, find myself comparing, not liking what I wrote, doing nothing but rants, and then starting to bash work or family differences, or writing, or my life... and really, does any of that matter? Not really. And interesting to an outside audience? Hardly.
I'm going to climb to bed, shovel a hill of covers over my head, curl into a ball, and whimper for a few hours until I think of something that might be useful to say. Or I get bored, and can't resist writing my moronic thoughts in the virtual world (again).
If you're interested, see these: Dooce , Suburban Bliss, Playground Revolution.
This is at least the fifth attempt at writing a blog. I started one a long time ago at uselesswriter.com (now defunct, though I still own the domain), then I tried another blogspot number, and then this one is a few times done over itself. I inevitably, find myself comparing, not liking what I wrote, doing nothing but rants, and then starting to bash work or family differences, or writing, or my life... and really, does any of that matter? Not really. And interesting to an outside audience? Hardly.
I'm going to climb to bed, shovel a hill of covers over my head, curl into a ball, and whimper for a few hours until I think of something that might be useful to say. Or I get bored, and can't resist writing my moronic thoughts in the virtual world (again).
If you're interested, see these: Dooce , Suburban Bliss, Playground Revolution.
