I hate the word bored. I find it hard to conceive that someone of any intelligence and imagination could ever be bored.
So, I’m alarmed to realize that I’m very close to feeling something like boredom with what I’ve been posting on my blog. I spend far too much time talking about my writing woes. Yes, writing is hard. Capturing an agent’s interest in what you’ve written is harder. Getting something published is harder still. Alas, I’m preaching to the choir. Move on.
Move on to what? Something more upbeat, surely. I’m not sure which type posts work best for me, and I’m not able to find any pattern by considering which posts have gotten the most comments. I’ve been looking around the blogosphere, and these things I know: I’m not a teacher, news commentator, or social analyst; I’m not able to provide interesting interviews or intelligent book reviews; I can’t make you laugh, or entertain you with great flash fiction or poetry, and I certainly can’t make a music video for you like Kayla did. What shall I do?
I won’t say I have no right to blog because everyone has that right, but I’m no longer sure I have a purpose for blogging. Or maybe just not a good enough purpose. But I’m searching for one because I would miss my blog. Warning: I have a couple posts in the queue, but then you may see some odd posts before I “find myself.” I hope you can stand to bear with me for a while.
Now, I’m off to start a portrait. That should give me plenty of pondering time.
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