blah blog

And no, I’m not talking about Alison’s. I’m talking about mine, which is blah and meh and everything else. When I read things like this, or this, I begin to wonder if I’m supposed ot be using my blog for thoughtful. erudite posts about the art of storytelling or the endless pursuit of craft or something that marks me as a *real* writer, rather than silly internet quizzes. snapshots of my flowers, or pointless regurgitations of my GH scores. (As Sailor Boy said the other day, “I don’t think you should post your scores, Diana, they make you look less cool.” Sayeth I, “Wouldn’t the endless re-posting of the Publisher’s Marketplace announcement be boring?”

Maybe it’s the medium. I don’t think I take too well to the whole blogging thing. I like posting long, thought-proviking items on my various email loops and my favorite website hangouts. But when people visit my blog, they are coming to hear ME say something, and that makes me a little uncomfortable, more so then when they come to eHarlequin and just HAPPEN upon something insightful I’ve said. I do get a bit of writer’s block, here.

I see wonderful blogs elsewhere and think to myself that as soon as I have a chance to think, I’ll put something together and blog about it. About loving books, about alpha heroes, about keeping your day job, about words vs. story, about how scary it is to be an unpublished/recently-published/much-published author… and then I don’t.

I’m thinking about giving it up. Ironic huh, when people finally seem to want to hear what I have to say? This just isn’t doing it for me, anymore. I think if I had a schtick, maybe I’d be more amused. But right now, who wants to hear me blather, really?

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