Okay. At this point, I admit maybe I'm getting a little carried away. This makes my fourth blog so far. I'm not even entirely sure what I'm going to do with this blog, but I really like the name and I wanted to make sure nobody else got it before I could. This was another "not my first choice" with regard to the name. I had hoped to call this Blogaholics Anonymous...but someone beat me to that name. Ah well. I still have so many blog titles/names on my list that I could have as many as 20 blogs altogether, if I want to. I don't know how many Blogger will let me launch, but...
So the other day at work, someone I work with asked me: if I'm a writer, why haven't I written a book yet? And the truth is, I didn't really have a good answer. Still don't. It isn't for lack of time, per se. I have time sometimes. It's not for lack of trying. It's not for lack of ideas. It's not even "writer's block" whatever that is. I haven't ever really had "writer's block" as far as I can tell. I know other writers talk about facing the blank page or the blank screen. I feel I've got kind of the opposite problem: I feel like I have too many ideas running around in my head. I've started lots of stories, intending to turn them into short stories or a book or whatever. But then I get distracted and never quite get back to my story. So it sits, wherever it is.
Worse, if I let the story sit long enough and then go back to it to pick up where I left off or maybe to do some editing, I get bogged down in the process and I start hating my writing. Not hating the story or the concept, just how I feel I'm trying to execute it. I think I'm like a lot of writers in that regard. I wind up feeling like my writing sucks and so I give up before I really get started because it feels like it will never be as good on paper or on a computer screen as I think it was or is in my head.
I've read that things always play better in your head than they do on the page or on the computer screen and I really believe that. My internal editor is kinda harsh. So when I try to translate on paper or on screen the idea I think is so great in my mind, it never quite looks or sounds as good in black and white as it did before I set it down. And...after awhile, that starts to suck. And then I get bogged down in being discouraged and then the stories never get finished. And I start to feel like they aren't or weren't even worthy of being called stories. They were just ideas. Unrealized, unfinished, unspectacular, ideas.
So...I've turned my writing attention to blogging for now. This seems...safer, somehow. I can just open up my heart and mind at let the ideas flow out onto the screen and I really don't even have to edit what I'm writing because I'm basically just purging my soul or my mind. And kinda like a journal or a diary, I either can keep this to myself...or let whoever see it that I want to see it. And this may be the most important piece: my blog can't really get rejected because it's my blog and my thoughts and my opinions. Kinda hard to reject those.
Hence, I guess, the title: A Light At The End Of The Blog. I'm hoping maybe something good will come out of this...that maybe there will be something of a light at the end of the blog. I guess I won't really know until I get there.