Good title. Could even be a title for this blog.
I seem to have spent most of today faffing about setting up this blog. I’m sure it was never that difficult in the old days. Either I’m getting more stupid (quite likely) or creating blogs has got a lot more complicated (ditto).
Not sure what (if anything) I want to say here, now. But I’ve already broken my first rule of blogging by typing this straight onto the page and not into a Word document which can be kept, checked, edited etc etc.
Whenever I restart blogging it’s customary for me to say, well, I used to blog every day, but got out of the habit, so this is me starting again, blah, blah, blah, let’s see how long it lasts.
I wonder?
I used to write 500 words a day, you know. Just thought I’d point that out.
My therapist (yes, I’ve got one of those, of the psycho and not physio or any other-o variety), whom I saw yesterday, thinks it will be good for me to write again. Or keep writing. Or whatever. Despite the fact that I’ve given up because, well… I always give up. That’s just something about me. As that American humourist who’s really really famous but my mind has just gone blank – aha, yes, Mark Twain, that’s the fella – as he allegedly said about smoking, giving up is easy, I’ve done it dozens of times. Starting again seems to be getting progressively harder, however.
It’s been a funny old day. I skipped writers group this morning with the excuse that, well, they were doing a competition today and I haven’t written anything for it and I thought I could find better uses of my time than trekking over there and listening to everyone else reading out their contributions, but really it’s just because I’m lazy and couldn’t be arsed, and indeed I didn’t find a better use of my time. But the blog is here now and I’m two-thirds of the way towards that 500 words.
In fact I wrote 500 words this morning before I even started on this crazy let’s-start-another-blog thing, and I haven’t used any of them, or rather, I’ve almost certainly used at least some of them, but not in the same order, if you see what I mean.
Some days just get you like that. I haven’t even been for my customary go-and-sit-in-a-cafe-somewhere-and-drink-tea excursion to bump up the total on my step-counter (which is a whole other can of womrs which I’ll probably get back to some time).
Choir this evening. I haven’t been for a month. I ducked out of the last concert and the last two preparatory rehearsals. I really ought to go. I’ll enjoy it when I get there.
Somehow I’ve managed to miss lunch altogether. Cafe time? It’ll be dinner time in a couple of hours and I really should have some dinner, cook something, I mean. Yesterday I went out and had fish and chips at the beach cafe. Yum
I’m sure I’ll have something more exciting to write about tomorrow.