Hamlet on Blogging

To blog or not to blog: that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler to suffer the whole day searching for a topic, image, and title, and when completed, rest content, OR relinquish this self-imposed pressure, and watch endless Netflix movies. Ay, there's the rub.

But seriously, folks, on those days when I haven't been able to come up with something for the morning post until late the evening before, I ask myself "WHY exactly am I doing this?" The main reason I don't like to write is that I don't like attention. So why do I write? Part of me feels like Emily in Emily Climbs (part of the New Moon trilogy) when she is relating what her teacher says about writing:

"Oh, if I could only put things into words as I see them! Mr. Carpenter says, 'Strive - strive - keep on - words are your medium - make them your slaves - until they will say for you what you want them to say.' That is true - and I do try - but it seems to me there is something beyond words - any words - something that always escapes you when you try to grasp it - and yet leaves something in your hand which you wouldn't have had if you hadn't reached for it."

Hmmm. I like that. I like that a lot.

I think that I have also discovered the real reason I started this project in the first place. I was sick of hearing myself say: "I wish I could be a writer... I would like to be a writer... If only I could write... whine... whine... whine..." So I finally gave myself that famous ultimatum - "put up or shut up!" So now I am "putting up" these posts and "shutting up" those whines.

There - another post, and it's even completed before 7PM. And look! There is something in my hand that I would not have had if I hadn't reached for it!