(or, Writing Ain’t Beanbag)
I’ve been trying to get back into the blogging mode, doing something every day, for about a month. And it ain’t easy.
The job seems to take more and more time; I’m often in the office by 6:30, or even earlier. The club work takes its toll, as well. Then there’s the everyday stuff of life: paying bills, keeping the files sorta current, yard work. There’s the small contribution I make at church. And somewhere in there is time with my dear wife and my two sons.
So, it’s hard to make the time to write, and revise, and research, and revise again. Then post, and see if anyone reads and responds, and respond to them in return. And so on, and so forth.
The problem, of course, is that “can’t never could” and each of us is given the same number of minutes each day and if you want to be a writer then you write, that’s all, and whining about it or blowing it off or saying “manana” only means you’re a wanna-be.
So, for anyone who drops by — I’m starting today to get back into the Daily Grind — and I don’t mean coffee.