The trouble with trying is that you may try too hard. The trouble with trying too hard is that you end up with a ton of "posts" in your draft file. Nothing is good enough, nothing works, then you become self conscious and insecure, then you stop entirely.
That is how you end up with inactive account. I.E. R.I.P.
I really enjoyed the freedom that I allowed myself in January when I was just trying to write a daily post. I would throw up anything and just be happy with it, grateful that I was able to put the proverbial analog pen to paper and have some success.
I don't know why I can't share or expound or observe with careless abandon!
The beauty of writing is that it is self satisfying. I am driven because I have to write. I am hesitant because I have concerned myself with censorship. I do not keep a hand written journal any longer and that is a crying shame. The truly good stuff, the writing with horrendous spelling mistakes, the flow of "no one but me is going to read this" beauty is lost FOREVER.
The down and dirty truth of the matter is that I am secretive about my blogging. Why? Who knows! It's not like I am exposing anyone or anything. I have spent so much time, put so much into it and I have/had no plans for it other than an on-line diary of sorts and I can't even do that anymore.
I ramble because I have a husband who is trying to download music from Amazon and it is a bitch because we are too old to know anything about PAYING FOR DOWNLOADS. Now when we paid a one time subscription for MP3 something or another (before they shut it down) it was a cinch. Now I am sitting here, trying to fill in the time of an hour and ten minute download (OMG!!) by rambling.
Kind of like Bruised Orange.