In the past few weeks since my last post, I’ve started (and abandoned) a few posts, that I just wasn’t feeling.
Lots of interesting things have happened, but capturing the essence of it has been difficult to say the least. I would never say that I’m my own worst critic, but in this regard, perhaps I am.
The one thing I hate about reading other people’s blogs is the feeling that the author is just writing to be writing. I’ve got nothing to say today folks, so blah, blah, and more blah.
I told myself that I’d never do that. If I had nothing to say, then I wouldn’t post anything. My little rule of thumb didn’t account for the times when I had something to say, but couldn’t capture it well enough to put it out there.
It’s quite maddening because I’ve got a drafts (of things I’ve intended to say) out the wazoo (words are literally oozing out of my bum).
There’s one entitled ‘The Chukumba Rules,’ a kids created standard of conduct we came up with while at the playground one day.
Another, ‘WTF!’ chronicles my annoyance and frustration with not being paid on time (at a job that only pays once-a-month – can you believe the nerve of these people?). I was especially HOT (I can still feel the flames of fury) when I wrote this.
‘Selling Your Ish Online’ is a re-do of an article I wrote years ago, but I felt was apropos considering the increasingly digital and mobile nature of the world we live in.
I even wrote one titled, ‘Gangsta Bitch’ about an old college friend, who was unapologetically unmarried and not trying to have kids, yet bewildered about how her ‘me-first’ stance was not well received by the average male (average=trying to settle down, have kids and the trappings of married life – silly average male, how little you know).
Anyway, for my six adoring fans (hey E!), I’ve not forsaken you. I’ve been suffering the old ‘writer’s block’ (it really should be called ‘writer’s malcontent with their writing’).
I’m getting back on the horse, and will force myself to be witty and engaging (or at least pretend to be).