I don’t know how other bloggers work (work might be the wrong word here), but I tend to write most of my posts in advance. On “good” weeks I’ll bang out a bunch of posts during the weekend so that I don’t really have to worry about it during the week. Except for comments, which I’ve gotten really bad at approving and replying to in a timely fashion.
Sometimes an idea will hit me, at some random time like the middle of the night or when I’m supposed to be doing something else, and I’ll just go to my blog and write it up. Frequently, those ideas are left unfinished because I’m too busy (or tired) to polish off the post. The thought being that I’ll go back to it with fresh eyes and make it work at some later date.
Lately, I’ve been the queen of unfinished posts. At present I have 34 draft posts saved. Some are nearly finished. Some are just a title and a couple of sentences. Ten of them have been written in the past week.
So what gives, what’s with all of these unfinished thoughts? Good question. I wish I knew. I was up late last night, trying to finish one and it just wouldn’t work. It wasn’t a matter of word choice. I actually couldn’t decide how I wanted the post to end.
Which isn’t surprising, at all, when you consider that I’ve been putting off some pretty big life decisions lately. I know the decisions have to be made, and that I’ll feel better once I deal with them. But I’m paralyzed by the fear that I’ll seriously screw things up. Again.
And that keeps me from doing anything. Other than treading water.
And so my blog looks like the Island of Misfit Posts. Lots of good potential ideas, sitting around for me to make up my goddamn mind and FINNISH something.
Anyway, I apologize for my incoherence. And for being such a slacker. I’m hoping for some kind of cathartic breakthrough, sometime soon.
Oh, and for those of you who don’t get the referencce…
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