What's your point again?
I'm still trying to figure out what I'm doing here. On this blog, not on the planet earth or in this life or anything like that. I don't get out enough or do enough shoe shopping to regularly fill this space with random Seinfeld-esque anecdotes or riffs on the happenings of my day. I don't have a very strong political view point, or at least not about anything I'm interested in writing about. I could blog daily about Lucy's tantrum du jour or the other amusing foibles of my children. But an archive of her tantrums seems wrong, and I have another place (for the extended family) where the cute stories are supposed to go. Plus, I'm not entirely sure (especially lately) my children have enough entertainment value to populate and justify two blogs. I have a lot to say about Angelina Jolie and Lindsay Lohan, but I think Perez Hilton has the market cornered on that topic. And I'm not ready to start calling myself Stephezzle. At least not in public.
I initially said that I was doing this just to get back in the habit of writing again, to keep alive the part of my brain that used to help me hold down a job. But my end goal certainly isn't to get my old job back. I never had all that much interest in writing about corporate earnings and network routers and click-throughs and I certainly have none now. I recently read that they had created a computer program which efficiently and accurately writes earnings stories, bypassing reporters completely, and I thought, "That sounds about right." So with my old job now taken over by robots, I have to figure out what kind of writing I want to make my way to, and that's not as easy as I thought it would be.
So I find myself going about my day, and every so often wondering which of the little tidbits that make up my life would be good to blog about and which are too mundane to make the cut. And I think a lot about how or if or when I want to tackle the stuff that is -- right now, at least -- too personal and too painful to write about coherently, and possibly not for the consumption of others. At least, not yet. And I haven't figured any of this out yet.
But the fall TV season is just around the corner, so if all else fails, I know I could keep myself quite busy writing about McDreamy and Logan Echolls.
I initially said that I was doing this just to get back in the habit of writing again, to keep alive the part of my brain that used to help me hold down a job. But my end goal certainly isn't to get my old job back. I never had all that much interest in writing about corporate earnings and network routers and click-throughs and I certainly have none now. I recently read that they had created a computer program which efficiently and accurately writes earnings stories, bypassing reporters completely, and I thought, "That sounds about right." So with my old job now taken over by robots, I have to figure out what kind of writing I want to make my way to, and that's not as easy as I thought it would be.
So I find myself going about my day, and every so often wondering which of the little tidbits that make up my life would be good to blog about and which are too mundane to make the cut. And I think a lot about how or if or when I want to tackle the stuff that is -- right now, at least -- too personal and too painful to write about coherently, and possibly not for the consumption of others. At least, not yet. And I haven't figured any of this out yet.
But the fall TV season is just around the corner, so if all else fails, I know I could keep myself quite busy writing about McDreamy and Logan Echolls.
19 days mama!