There it was. The keyboard. Staring right back at me.
As if it knew that I didn’t have a post ready for today.
Narrator: The keyboard was right.
Here I am, having bragged last week about the plan to be back on a daily basis.
This is post…what? I don’t do math.
Checking notes…this is the ninth post since I began the attempt to do this again on a regular basis.
It only took the preceding eight posts to get to the “Oh crap, what am I going to write about today?”
Narrator: Technically, he wrote this yesterday.
Don’t get me wrong. There are plenty of things I could write about.
There just aren’t plenty of things I’m willing to post about. You’ll just have to wait for the Memoirs (to be published posthumously).
I actually went down another rabbit hole from the experts and got a free copy of blog topic ideas. Thank goodness it was free.
I mean, sure “Seven reasons your pet iguana won’t watch Netflix” could be an interesting post. But, I’m not writing it.
They weren’t really that bad. At the same time, they could have prompted some prime click bait posts.
Is it too much to want my writing to mean something?
I mean, I’ve been writing in the areas of government and public policy for almost forty years. Not to mention the sidesteps into politics.
Narrator: Those sidesteps are really hard to get off of your shoes.
It’s just that I want my writing to be more than just the technical aspect of putting words together.
I want to tell stories. I want to create stories.
I want to be able to say, like Navin R. Johnson, “I am somebody! I am somebody!”
If I have to explain the reference, I’m not sure that we can be friends.
Here’s the deal. I can look for and publish those industrial posts for money. I have done that, and will likely do that again. It’s just not what I want to be writing.
The problem is that there are so many things I want to be writing.
Yesterday, I did another edit of my next script. It’s not where I need it to be, but it’s scheduled for a table read in May.
I need to get back to the novel(s).
And the book of short stories.
And the coloring book which is technically not writing but is creating.
So, it all comes back around to the struggle of having a daily blog topic. It’s as if I have to get this done before I am free to work on the next set of projects.
Narrator: Like he’s working on those projects anyway.