I keep telling myself I should be writing on my blog. In my head, I've created incredible blog posts. Witty, snarky, totally spot on stuff. Nothing, of course, that ever sees the light of day. I don't know if it's because my mind has no patience with the speed at which my fingers type, or if it's just that, having composed a post - even just in my head - my brain marks it as "done" and moves on.
It's rather annoying. Because marked as "done" seems to mean the same thing as "first in line at the next brain dump". There is no file cabinet from which I can pull out a copy and cut and paste.
I wish there were. As I said, some of my imaginary posts have been my best work ever. Then again, this is all in my head stuff and I'm talking about it on a blog where I won't even use my real name.
So yeah, stellar stuff.
I'm working my way up to talking about my family. (Hint: we're all wacko) This is obviously not new ground being plowed. Every one's family is wacko to some extent. It's how you learn to deal with the wackiness. In my case, I'm going to try putting stuff on here, naively believing in the anonymity of this format.
Yeah, I know. But what the heck. It's all I got at the moment.
So this is step one. Deciding to try and write something and actually putting up a post.
We'll see how long it takes for me to make it to step two. Writing a post that makes sense.
Onward!
