When you look around in an attic you stumble across all kinds of things. Memories you have put away for safe-keeping. Or that antenna ball you got from Jack In The Box. Why am I still holding onto that, especially when I don’t own a car with an exterior antenna?
Likewise, when you kick around ideas in your head, besides getting a headache, you file away thoughts for another day.
I tell myself there must have been some intelligent reason for a delay like that, because, I recently dusted off the notion of starting a blog.
At the outset I thought, what a sharp idea, you’ll put your eye out.
A blog, really? WordPress alone has 100 million of them. By now bloggers have wrote everything worth posting. If I were a sane person I’d immediately dismiss this ridiculous idea. Not me though, I’m running with it.
Yep, I’ll probably put my eye out.
With no idea what to post, this appears to present little more than a chance to humiliate myself. Must be a sickness, an incurable one at that.
What do I hope to gain from this madness? Financial reward?
Unlikely, especially when you consider so few make money from a blog, not even chump-change. I’d claim momentary insanity for such a reckless under-taking, but I fear momentary has nothing to do with it.
With monetary gain now out of the question what other possible reason could I have to start a blog?
I know, a little article here and there, perhaps helping to put a smile on someones face after a very long day?
That could prove to be a nightmare though. What if I attract one of those trolling grammarians, if I attract anyone at all.
I post an article with a dangling participial, run-on-sentence, poor punctuation…etc. In the end, gratification for the troll, leaving me contemplating possible suicide over the criticism. And I’m not even being paid for it!
Maybe I better not risk it.
But I have to start a blog, I’m committed, or should be anyway.
I’ll share my opinion on matters of the world.
Wait, what if someone disagrees or takes um-bridge with my opinion, not to mention my using the word um-bridge? They’re going to ask, does he even know what the word means?
The next thing you know, I’ll be purchasing a thesaurus, spending all my time looking up definitions, and never writing anything.
Gee-whiz, here I am at the keyboard, wondering what to write about. God help me, and he don’t care either. Or is he, a she?
Ah controversy, everybody loves that subject. Do I really want to go there though?
So, my blog will not make money, improve on the English language, or offer an opinion, and I plan to avoid all controversy.
I think I now have a handle on the challenge a blogger faces, it’s called the blank page, and boy is it daunting.