I was thinking maybe I should change the name of this blog to "The Lazy Blogger", but that name's gone. Then I thought "The Haphazard Blogger" - that name's available, "The Slack Blogger" - it's available too, or how about "The Intermittent Blogger" - hmmm, not available.
Then I though nah, being lazy, haphazard, slack, and intermittent at times is all me, I'll own it. There are times when I'm ridiculously productive and enthusiastic as a blogger and a writer, and times when other priorities come into my life, or there aren't enough hours in the day, and unfortunately something has to give... for me it's personal blogging. That's not to say I don't think about blogging, I just don't get around to doing it.
One of the hugest impacts on my blogging has been having one of my kids home on a semi regular basis. My son, Mr. J, is now a uni student!
Back in my day (*gasp* I just said back in my day didn't I) full time uni was literally full time: 40 hours a week, Monday to Friday. Not so these days, and I do see benefits to it. I'm trying to see more benefits, I'm a work in progress with this okay.
Anyway, when I am sitting at my computer trying to write I demand complete silence in my home. I don't mind the noises of nature from my semi rural surrounds, the odd sound of a car going past, but nothing electronic is allowed to so much as beep - no TV, radio, music, phone, microwave, oven; no domestic noises whatsoever. This works well when you're home alone, as in the days both kids were out of the house. As you can tell that isn't working very well for me at all. I get frustrated, he gets frustrated, Miss. G gets frustrated, and as much as they try to accommodate me, it's been a failure. I don't seem to be in an insomia state at the moment so writing in the quiet darkness of the night isn't an option. So, I'm working on trying to assemble my thoughts and get my fingers going over the keyboard with noise around me. Realistically it's not deafeningly loud, it just niggles and I'm being a pouty bum whinger.
But I'm getting words out, when I read over them they seem to make sense, and my fingers aren't making any obvious spelling mistakes, maybe subtle ones I'm skipping over on re-reads but not obvious ones.
I have been keeping up with my pole blogging for the most part because it is my sport, it is the way I move and challenge myself - physically and mentally, I enjoy being an active part of the community, and it takes over quite a bit of time during my day. This is only going to increase in the coming months as I get out of my comfort zone, and that isn't a bad thing. Challenge is good they say, even if I experience epsiodes of what-the-hell-am-I-thinking in the many weeks ahead of me, I do sincerely believe challenging yourself and getting out of your comfort zone is a must. Proves to yourself you're alive and kicking and not ready to give up or be complacent.
In the blogging world I've noticed all the people who's blogs I follow through this blog... no one has posted anything in over a year! I swear, a full 100%. And I know they're alive because I'm Facebook friends or Facebook stalk quite a few of them. I saw a great quote on Facey that I will steal and put here, it sums up how I feel about the moment.
|Borrowed from Daniel Amos's page|
I think some of the blogging absences come from people using Facebook Pages and Instagram to reach an audience. It's quick and easy to write a smaller spiel, add pictures, and keep your audience engaged. I do it myself with poling and find it incredibly beneficial.
But there is something about banging on in a rambling blog post that's almost soul cleansing for me. I've often said writing helps me figure out my thoughts and develop my opinions, and it still is. The bigger issues I will sit and write about, just to seek my own clarification. But I am a bit of a scaredy cat when it comes to hitting that publish button. It's one thing to have an opinion, to make a stand, but to be confrontational and potentially risk inflaming others, offending, or being trolled... yeah, I have a bridge to cross in that scenario. Hopefully I'm too small to ever be trolled, but it is in the back of my mind when I skirt controversy, so I tend to not hit the publish button.
Well, this was a test blog post to see how I coped with the TV on, Miss G is watching her beloved Criminal Minds - I love it too but she likes to re-watch each episode a million times. Mr. J is laid up in bed with a bunged up ankle gaming and talking online with team players; Destiny is the flavour of the year for him, I hear laughter and dirty banter that does make me smile, he is a chip off this old block with his language skills. The fridge has been opened the usual one hundred times - two teenagers in the house makes this a mandatory, daily event. The microwave has cooked noodles, defrosted bread, and reheated left overs. With all this noise I have written and my head hasn't imploded. I've not sworn at my children, I've not stormed off in a tantrum all whiney and pouty, and I have typed.
If you've made it this far just know I love you.
I'm feeling pretty confident I can do this again, even with noises surrounding me that I would rather weren't.
Yeah, this is good.
Yeah, this is good.