I'm Blogging when I should be Writing
This isn't the first time either--or the last. It comes with the territory or writing, publishing (someday!), working, motherhood, and that little thing called marriage. We are continually bombarded with things to do. And for me, blogging has always been my warm up exercise.
I use blogging to drag the muse out of my brain and free thoughts from brain to fingers. Some days it works, others, not-so-much. But I do know it is forcing me to attempt to write every day--and that one advantage, will keep me blogging. Does it take time from my real writing time? Sure, but so does watching television, reading, playing the the children, eating, sleeping, and all the things we do every day as humans. Just add blogging to the rotation and continue on to the next item on the list.
And if you think I am kidding my morning has been full of all things motherly--nursing a child, diaper changes, making meals for children, playing Candyland with the eldest, more nursing, a trip to the grocery store and post office, nursing again, and now finally I was able to get the youngest to nap and The Kiddo occupied with markers and paper at the table beside me. I shoveled in the warmed can of ravioli that I had simmering and now? I write. And this is how I start. Which, with a new infant, shows you how erratic my schedule is right now. Sometimes I am writing at midnight, five in the morning. Or basically any hour of any day to get some writing done. And with that--well, I need to get writing. You know, real writing.
I use blogging to drag the muse out of my brain and free thoughts from brain to fingers. Some days it works, others, not-so-much. But I do know it is forcing me to attempt to write every day--and that one advantage, will keep me blogging. Does it take time from my real writing time? Sure, but so does watching television, reading, playing the the children, eating, sleeping, and all the things we do every day as humans. Just add blogging to the rotation and continue on to the next item on the list.
And if you think I am kidding my morning has been full of all things motherly--nursing a child, diaper changes, making meals for children, playing Candyland with the eldest, more nursing, a trip to the grocery store and post office, nursing again, and now finally I was able to get the youngest to nap and The Kiddo occupied with markers and paper at the table beside me. I shoveled in the warmed can of ravioli that I had simmering and now? I write. And this is how I start. Which, with a new infant, shows you how erratic my schedule is right now. Sometimes I am writing at midnight, five in the morning. Or basically any hour of any day to get some writing done. And with that--well, I need to get writing. You know, real writing.
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