Still in Misery. I mean, Missouri. This is one of my favorite posts from my unpublished blog:
I’ve been debating about spending the money to post this blog with .mac or to use one of the free blogging sites. I spent an hour yesterday working on the layout for a free blog. Then, when I got to my first entry, I was blank. I couldn’t think of anything to write. I wanted to be witty, insightful and transparent. Instead I was just blaaahh.
So, I opened up my oh so cute iweb blog on my too cute macbook and look at me, I’m writing. I don’t know if I’d classify this as witty, insightful or transparent, but it is writing…or blogging, to be exact.
There’s just something about writing. I have to get it out sometimes. Sometimes it’s like a smell that I’m trying to catch, only to just miss. Other times it’s like a treasure buried too deep to reach. I am a free lance writer (I guess that’s what it’s called). I actually only write for one publication, Real Life by Pathway Press. But it’s fun to be creative with the topics I’m given and turn them in on a schedule. Sometimes I get an idea and write the whole article in 15 minutes. It just flows out and I can’t stop it. Other times I write 5 half articles on one topic and hate all of them. I’d love to write more, but when I get stuck on stuff like that I wonder if I’m good enough to actually write something long and meaningful like a novel!
I heard a quote (by Maya Angelou, I think) that says “creativity is like a muscle, you have to use it to make is strong.” (That’s obviously misquoted if I can’t even remember who said it.) So, that’s why I want to blog–to satisfy the itch and stretch my creative muscles.
We’ll see what happens.