Things seem to move at the speed of light here. And they also crawl past at a mercilessly slow pace.
What can I say, that's winter in the northeast for you. It's right about this time every year when I start fondly remembering the Navy stationing us in the south. I'm a little over the negative temperatures which necessitate copious amounts of inside time.
You'd think I'd have plenty of time for blogging during the winter. Alas, things don't often pan out the way we think.
There have been so many ideas for posts swirling around my brain, but I realize that I'm going to need to do some creative time management if I ever hope to get back to my blogging hobby with any kind of regularity.
Francie is now at the point where she does quite a bit of homework on the computer. My computer . . . which is also the family computer. She usually finishes up her work by 8:30, but by then I'm practically comatose on the sofa, and so another evening of potential posting slips by with a whimper.
I've also been feeling mightily afflicted by writer's block. I start a post, and then I start to overthink it. Does anyone out there really need - or even want - to hear about the excruciating minutiae of our life right now?
I mean, our life is wonderful in a "things are growing!!" kind of way. But growth happens so slowly. And so wondrously hidden. It's sometimes beyond my energy level to manufacture an interesting thought about how we had chicken casserole - again! - and the kids told me they hate casseroles - again!!
There are so many times during the day when I think about something I want to share -- like the beautifully restored farmhouse on 11 acres that I want to buy with my parents and create a Walton-esque compound.
And yet, by the time I sit down and read over what I wrote, it just doesn't sound right anymore. I start to think about all the big, important things that other bloggers write about, and suddenly my farmhouse daydream seems like the last thing I should want to share.
I know a lot of this is in my head. This blog is my hobby after all, so what's my motivation in maintaining it? Plus, I can hear a chorus of my college professors saying, Write! The only way to get better at writing is to keep writing. The only way to get around writer's block is to keep writing! Use it or lose it.
So I guess I will keep at it for now. I like this little place to much to shut it down, even though every other post seems to be my own attempts at persuading myself to keep the blog going.
I'll share the trivial and the mundane, and maybe, once in a great while, a gem will pop out. And I'll hope that something good comes out of it all.