Why I Blog (or, why I don't Blog So Much)

I'm not a very good blogger. Obviously. Other people have a hobby or interest that they blog about. News comes up on that topic, then they comment on it and bring it to people's attention. I don't do that. Blogging to me is generally an effusion of emotion, something that has built up for a while that I feel I need to say something about. Then, IF you are lucky, I will remember that I even have a blog so I have a place to raise my voice, and I will post here. But it seems like most of my good ideas are lost to the sands of time.

Honestly, I blame my depression for a lot of my silence: so very very little seems worth interest, let alone talking about. It's very difficult. But a lot of the blame comes from backlash from the overwhelming diarrhea of the mouth I had for so many years. I grew up without many boundaries. Throughout college and for a few years afterwards I just said whatever came to mind. This got me into serious trouble a few times and lost me some friendships. It reached the point where I became very wary of my tongue, not just because of the hurt it could cause and the inappropriate things it would say, but also because I realized I was annoying with my endless chatter. I grew to hate my mouth. So I have gone in something of an opposite direction...unless I have a good reason to say something, I keep it to myself. Good or bad? I guess that's for you to decide. But for you blog addicts, I guess it could be considered a bad thing. :)

A New Blog Post -- so stressful!

I was called on the carpet today for blogging so infrequently. So I am posting a post.

I was watching Cranky Geeks with my husband (yes I occasionally feed my geek roots) and they mentioned that the honorable (snort) NY Times is talking about how stressful blogging is, since there was some evidence of three deaths of bloggers. I say, of course it's stressful! Why do you think I blog so infrequently?! Oh, the pain! Having to think of new things to rant about! It's not easy! Especially if you are like me and you want to say something meaningful. How can I say anything meaningful if we're still suffering the repercussions of the writer's strike on TV? I mean, really!

Seriously, I guess some of my news was that I didn't get accepted to the Master's program in Creative Writing at Boise State. Turns out they wanted something unique and original, not necessarily well written, who knew? So now I has to write something new and original for next year. And grammar be darned.

Other than that, I have finally joined the ranks of social networking and jumped on Facebook today. I didn't want to. But tons of my friends and family are there. I couldn't help myself. It's not my fault! Stop looking at me like that!

I'm gonna go be unproductive elsewhere. See yas.