Shame on me. It’s been a
full two weeks since my last post, despite my promise to myself to blog more.
In my defense, it’s not like I’ve been sitting around doing nothing the past
fourteen days. I’ve been hard at work watching old episodes of The Big Bang Theory until way past my
bedtime catching up on assignments for my certification as a Nutritional Therapy Practitioner and
doing lots of fun things in the kitchen.
I recently signed up for “Email
Mondays” from this gal, and in today’s
installment, she said: BLOG! Even if you think no one’s reading. Even if you
wonder why anyone in their right mind would give a rat’s patooty about anything
you have to say. Just. Write. If you’ve
noticed that I post lots of links to things at her website, I do. Probably
because she’s awesome, and even though we’ve never met in person, I’ve had some
really nice email exchanges with her and I so
have the feeling that we’d get along great if we ever did meet. (That is, after she got over the creepiness of me being insanely
nervous and uncomfortable at first, what with being in the presence of
greatness.) Aaaanyhoo, she has a tendency to say things I really need to hear,
just at the time I really need to hear them.
Like today. I’ve been
feeling bad because I haven’t been blogging. I have so many ideas bouncing
around my head, but there seems to be a disconnect between my excitement for
those ideas and getting down to what writers call “butt in chair time” – sitting my
happy keester down and actually writing something.
Since I fancy myself a writer beyond this blog (having actually gone to the
trouble of getting a degree in it
from this place), you would think
I’d be doing nothing but writing.
Sadly, you would be mistaken. Chalk it up to sitting in front of a computer all
day at my real job the place I happen to spend most of my waking hours
during the week until this nutrition gig starts taking off more. (HIRE ME! You know you
want to…Seriously – the slogan on my new business cards is, “The nutritionist who lets you eat steak!”
Who doesn’t want a nutritionist like that?) What it boils down to is me not
wanting to spend much more time in front of a computer once I get home. But
until someone invents a way for me to instantly beam my thoughts directly into the
heads of my loyal readers (all four of you), the only way for me to put stuff
out there is via some electronic device or other. (Note: we are probably mere moments away from being
able to do that telepathy thing. Don’t you feel like the next step beyond the
latest iThingy and Instamawhatchamacalit is installing chips directly in our
frontal cortexes? Mark my words.)
So what does any of this
have to do with anything?
