I figured out why I hardly ever blog anymore. Well, there's multiple reasons, one being that I worry no one cares what I have to say, but another big factor is that it seems to take me F-O-R-E-V-E-R to write a post. By the time I upload my pictures off my camera, make them small enough to put on my blog, put them on my blog, and sit and think of clever, witty things to say, I've blown an entire morning. Lately my time is sacred and I am just unwilling to spend all morning on the computer. (My phone, now that's a different story altogether.)
Anyway, I've heard people say that they get bored with blogs that don't have a lot of pictures. So I put off blogging because I don't have any good pictures and even if I did it takes too long to put them on my computer. But then I realized...I'm not a photographer. I'm a writer. Therefore, I am officially giving myself permission to blog without excessive use of pictures. Of course I'll still put pictures on when I have good ones or something noteworthy to talk about that has accompanying pictures, but otherwise, nope. I've come to terms with it, you need to too. I'm a writer, so I will write, and if I have any talent whatsoever, my writing should be able to hold its own, picture-less.
Speaking of writing, I'm working on my book after a dry-spell. (You may also know it as "writer's block.") But I've been given great advice and I'm going to plug ahead, even though (heaven forbid) I'm not 100% thrilled with the last little bit that I've written. But good heck, if I'm ever gonna get this thing done I am just going to have to WRITE and quit worrying about perfection.
On a side note, they announced the Oscar nominees today. I thought I'd announce them on my blog by (aha) writing a little story. See if you can figure out the nominated movies and actors.
A serious man named George Clooney who lived in District 9 was fed up with being single. He decided to create an avatar of a young woman for a companion, whom he named Sandra Bullock. She was precious. George and Sandra were happy together for a while, until one day they were driving in George's car and two guys named Morgan Freeman and Colin Firth hit George's car with their Hummer, right in the blind side, throwing Sandra out of the car and up in the air. "Inglorious Basterds!" he yelled. (Hey, don't judge me, it's the name of the movie.) "You need an education in driving!!" George ran over to Sandra, who had landed in a locker room. Sandra, being an avatar, wasn't hurt thank goodness, but she had done some serious damage when she fell. As George inspected the hurt locker, Meryl Streep and Helen Mirren walked up. "What happened here?!" they exclaimed. "Jeff Bridges just told us about an accident, so we came!" Then Gabourey Sidibe walked up and asked if anyone had seen Jeremy Renner because she had heard that he, too, was a huge N'Sync fan. They all laughed at her and headed off to Carey Mulligan's house for a little pre-Oscar bash. The End.
Only a month 'til the Oscars baby!