soopastryheart

When I bought the domain name for this blog a couple months ago, I was pretty excited to give it a major facelift, which included, among other things, consistent material (text implants? entry-o-plasty?). Each month it seems, I put “write more” on my to-do list, but ultimately neglect the bold underlines until the following month, where the inevitable cycle continues.

In my defense, I am strongly opposed to posting entries for the sake of posting entries – this blog is not a tumblr (take no offense tumblrettes, I love you dearly), not an outlet for random and impulsive posting of photos and videos, or mundane updates about my lack of clean underwear and ideas for dinner (that’s what Twitter is for). This has always been, and I hope it continues to be, the blog of a writer, which means you’ll be reading more words than viewing pretty pictures. And my philosophy is, if you’re going to take the time to be reading something, I hope it’s something worth your while, rather than some unfocused, self-indulgent babble. If I’m asking you to read my words, I want them to be coherent, thoughtful, and relevant (more or less). Otherwise, I’m just being a selfish asshole.

The problem is, I am insanely critical of my own writing; I will write 6 pages and delete 4, add 2 more pages, and then decide to scrap the piece altogether. At the rate I am going, I will never finish a manuscript for a book, let alone a brochure. These insatiable standards can be a strong motivator because they make me want to continue to grow and learn, but they can also be a debilitating when it comes to finding something passable to post. Currently, there are 34 open (unfinished) entries in progress, for any combination of reasons including A) it’s crap, B) it’s crap, C) oh hey, it’s crap. The ideas are there… but the execution is piss-poor at best.

Also contributing to the lack of entries is the ever-so-popular excuse of “I have no time!” My job takes up a significant amount of my day, that’s true… but if I really wanted to, I could find the hour or two each night to practice what I preach (even if it means all I’m doing is staring at some words for an hour with my mouth hanging open). The truth is, by the time I walk through the door, take off my pants, and plop down on the couch, all I do is look through a dozen other blogs that aren’t mine, seething with envy at the sophistication of their lifestyles.

I am planning to try some different things (bisexuality? ecstasy? mayonnaise?) in hopes of posting more content without sacrificing quality. I am still in the process (a slow, neglected, often abandoned process) of trying to figure out what and how I want this blog to shape up. But above all else, I need to stop making excuses about the lack of time and/or being too tired. I’ve given up trying to freeze time with my mind and this crap isn’t gonna write itself.

Please be patient. It may or may not be worth your while.