I am suffering from Blog Block. Life is full. There is much to discuss. There are pic
tures to share, thoughts to reveal, insecurities to exorcise, opinions to spew, rants to run-on. But.
tures to share, thoughts to reveal, insecurities to exorcise, opinions to spew, rants to run-on. But. But I can't find the "whatever" to just do it. Put it all into words. Share it. Some of it feels too private. Some too insignificant. I believe it might be moving out of Blogger Block and into Blogger Insecurity. Who knows?
What keeps you from blogging? I mean, besides just "busy-ness". And when you run up against it what do you do to move past it or through it? Please. Share.
What keeps you from blogging? I mean, besides just "busy-ness". And when you run up against it what do you do to move past it or through it? Please. Share.
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I usually start with pictures with a caption when I have a block.
My moodiness is what keeps me from blogging, if I am honest with myself.
Are you living in SD now?
Blog woman, blog... I can't see you now I can't read about your life... UGGGHHHHH I am sinking into the Melissa is gone
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I'm the king of insignificant posts (heck, I mobile blogged a photo of Houston City Hall - kind of a "Wordless Wednesday", except without the poignancy of your posts).
As I told L-man, you drive the 'blog - not the other way around. So post whenever you feel the need. If something seems too private, trust your instincts.
We love hearing of the B Fam Adventure, but you should make your own choices based on the time you have. Once "blogging" becomes an obligation, it's just another non-paying job without fulfillment.
Melissa,
I stumbled onto your blog this a.m. while searching for a church in Granger.I've recently relocated here from Jacksonville, FL. My husband has been here for five months doing the twice a month commute home thing that must sound familiar to you. We are living in a two bed/two bath apartment while our beautiful five bed/three bath house with pool sits vacant and the For Sale sign in the yard gathers dust. For the moment, I am choosing day by day to enjoy the adventure and see what amazing lessons God has in store for us here. I, too, am a voracious reader, an Anne Lamott fan, and a lover of the English language. Too bad we weren't here a little sooner so our paths could have crossed. Did you sell your house? God's blessings to you.
I guess the insiginificance of what I have to say...like why would anyone care? But...you get over that and post pictures of your cute kids and San Diego!!
I should be among the first to respond to Melissa’s question since I have a blog that I haven’t posted to since last October. First I thought I should mention why I do (or did) feel like blogging.
When I was traveling every week to Texas and back, I hoped it might be a way to stay rooted with my real life while my body was physically removed from my family and the routines of life in Indiana slowly started to fade. The nature of the season was temporary, leading ultimately to life back in California, so the whole period was to be an adventure I could write about.
So for the reasons I haven’t blogged for the past nine months, here are a few reasons:
1. Life gets busy. When I was “living” in my apartment in Texas, the idea of writing everyday seemed doable. It was for a while, but my trips became shorter and less frequent, and the whole travel thing was more sporadic and unpredictable, with recovery periods lasting a long time and the guilt of tasks left undone or time spent with family always taking precedence.
2. What to choose to write about? As weeks pass by, I become frustrated that I can’t capture each enjoyable experience before the next one comes along. The kids will say or do something worthy of cherishing forever, and then it’s gone. I’ll read a passage in one of my books or devotions, underlining or asterisking like crazy, and then I turn the page and forget to share it. I’ll watch a movie, or hear a song, or feel like basking in the weather and wanting to somehow describe it to somebody far away, and then I arrive at my destination, and I forget.
3. Privacy. When I was traveling to Texas I was careful not to say where I actually lived, lest I lead some online predator to my fatherless family. Also, I was careful not, maybe paranoid, about getting too specific about my kids, their ages, where they went to school, or something, and simply kept everything I wrote safe or vague. I know there’s nothing fun about reading a blog that doesn’t somehow give the reader a glimpse into the author’s private thoughts or insights, but I was guarded, and probably overly so.
4. Anonymity. (?) I really didn’t think anybody was reading, and frankly I don’t think I ever told anybody that I had a blog at all. Apparently Melissa had a link to it, as I figured out when I ran into a friend at Bella Vita (oh no, did I just share a specific place?) and he said he’d read the last posting about bottled water. I was totally convinced nobody had ever seen it.
So these are the answers that come to mind, and just writing them causes me to want to have a do-over and give it another chance.
I agree with some of the other comments. I just enjoy hearing about your life and what the kids are doing. It gives my dull life some meanng.
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