Why do we blog? On fear, inspiration and writer’s block

I’ve noticed while reading other blogs that one of the persistent worries people have is that they don’t have anything exciting to write about.

Often times I see phrases like ‘my life is boring, routine and not interesting’, or variations of that.

Well, I think we all get sucked into that mentality, don’t we? For the most part, life is pretty routine, for all of us.

So why is it that some people find things to write about daily and maintain interest in their readership, while others struggle to come up with something they consider interesting enough to write/blog about and share with the internet? Continue reading

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Mid-week ramblings

A few weeks ago I wrote a post about parenting. Then, I read and re-read it many times, editing and tweaking it, until I felt comfortable sharing this information with you.

I finally published the post, and the very next day…

I failed at parenting.

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It’s not just Texas that gets snow…and other random ramblings

The first snowfall of the season happened yesterday and stuck around for the day today. There is little in the world that makes me smile more than driving or walking by a school yard at recess or lunch and hear the children’s delight. All it takes is enough snow to build forts and snowmen and the kids are happy as clams! Continue reading

Actions and consequences

There are consequences for actions. We all need reminders of this, now more than ever.

I have trouble with this sometimes. Trouble with my own actions and their consequences. I’m trying hard to be clear, up front,¬† straight forward instead or RE-acting, lashing out. It’s not easy, and at no other time in my life have I experienced more doubt, more anxiety or had more questions about just this topic than during the journey of parenting.

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I want to write about:

  • The ultra-religious Muslims, their face/body coverings, the new rules/laws in Quebec, their dress ‘code’…but I don’t.
  • The plastic bags I request from the grocery store, when I know I shouldn’t, but do anyway. But I don’t.
  • The school system and how it’s failing my kids, but I don’t.
  • The political system here in this country and how it pisses me off. But I don’t.
  • Anxiety and how it affects my kids. But I don’t.
  • The #MeToo movement. But I don’t.
  • I have much to write about. I don’t.

What is holding me back?

#NaBloPoMo #AmWriting

 

 

Drowning in minutiae

Preamble: As a SAHM with two kids in rep sports, my working life is sporadic at best. It is currently non-existent which is no one’s fault but my own. I focus on blogging or writing for the habit and pleasure of it, enter contests to challenge myself, and sometimes submit to or accept contract positions to edit work or write articles. I spend most of my time at home trying to keep the family unit running and healthy. It never occurred to me back in the day when I had infants and toddlers that life could get this hectic with school-aged kids, who are also active in sports. This is the reason for the tone of this post…a post I wrote in order to adhere to my commitment to keep writing during NaBloPoMo.

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I read a lot of blogs. Social media, too. And news. Twitter.

I follow carefully, only entities or people who inform or entertain eloquently or thought-provokingly,  and show potential for engagement with likes and especially comments. Engagement is a lifeline when in the trenches of parenthood.

Here’s the thing: all this reading should inspire me to write more. Or write better.

In actual fact, it does. My drafts inside my WordPress profile, or in various other places, are full of ideas. Unrefined and incomplete ideas, that is.

Drivel, mostly. But that drivel is still words I wrote… Continue reading

Writing on the other blog

Writing this week has been such a challenge. And for those of you who are writing books, novels, or anything, you know what it’s like when you hit a dry phase….annoying.

Some of the advice I got from my past two posts was to just write something, even if it’s drivel.

Well I wrote some drivel, but then I also wrote this.