I love to write. I really do. So why is my blog, something I think about dozens of times a day, so empty?
It’s mostly a matter of energy. I’ve had some flare-ups of my medical issues, including a round of bursitis in my hip that is still causing me great pain. Bills having me ubering every second I can. Small calamities along the way like my beloved ergonomic keyboard dying of old age, and its replacement being a small el cheapo straight keyboard play their part. So even though my head is full of potential posts, sitting down and being coherent is sometimes more than I can muster the energy for.
But I realized that I need some of what the touchie-feelie folks call self-care. I should do at least one thing that makes me feel good every day, and I want it to be this. Writing gets the juices flowing, no matter if it is fiction, blogging or even posting on discussion sites. I need to get my fingers moving so my brain will follow.
I’m never going to be the new Coupon Mom or AllEars.net. I’m not going to knock any big blogs off their perches. But at the very least I hope to provide good information and interesting commentary on the things that come into my life. We’ll have some fun.
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