Thursday, August 12, 2010

Why not write?




The constantly expanding space between my last blog entry and whatever day today happens to be makes it progressively harder for me to put anything up on this blog. I do, however find writing extremely rewarding and I want to get my grammatical groove back. I’m not a fan of excuses, but in the eight or so months since my last entry I have compiled more than my share of them. I’m afraid that if I’m ever gong to write anything of substance on this blog again, I’m going to have to fess up about why I haven’t written for so long.



I have done so many cool things that If I wrote about them I wouldn’t have any time to do cool things.


The weather has been way too nice.


The weather has been too nasty.


The people would have written about really didn’t want me writing about them.


Other people I would have written about get way too much attention already and whatever I would have written about them would have been redundant, superfluous and way overdone… I mean totally.


I wasn’t proud of what I was doing.


I was so proud of what I was doing writing about it would have made me feel like I was bragging.


My computer is too slow.


I drank too much coffee.


I got sidetracked on Facebook.


I was way too happy to write.


Laziness.


All of my ideas that came up on the hiking trail went away by the time I got to a computer.


The chair wasn’t comfortable enough.


The chair was too comfortable and I fell asleep.


I got sidetracked on Facebook again.


I was out of caffeine, my writing drug of choice.


Pneumonia.


I had a date.


The phone rang and I lost my train of thought.


It was much easier to just have a beer.


I ran out of beer.


The woman next to me was wearing way too much perfume and I lost my train of thought.


The woman next to me was way too pretty and I lost my train of thought.


I had to get up and dance.


I had a friend visiting from out of town.


I was out of town visiting a friend.


I got sidetracked by Facebook again.


The news I wanted to break was already broken.


I had to clean the house.


I was milling timber.


I was making pizza at the Telluride Bluegrass Festival.


I was making fajitas at the Taos Solar Festival.


Selling ads for the Taos News left me feeling uncreative.


I forgot my camera, and who wants to read a blog post without a photo.


I had to move.


My table was ready.


I had to do yoga.


My favorite song came on.


I’m a total slacker.


Ok. I feel lighter now. I feel like if I put this up for the world to see, somehow it will be easier for me to follow it. Uh oh, I have a feeling I’m about to lose my train of thought…