Yet here I am staring at my computer screen, and I've got nothing.
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I even got so desperate that I typed "trending" into my Google search box to look for inspiration. Sadly, all I found were cat videos and a banned Grey Poupon commercial that actually made me giggle quite a bit (I don't care what anyone says. Poop and fart jokes will - forever and always - be funny.).
So here I am, writing about not writing. Because why the Hell not?
To be completely honest, my rule of thumb over the last few years has been "If you don't have something worthwhile to write, don't." That's partly why my posts were sporadic at best. I would write posts and immediately scrap them because they weren't "good enough" or "didn't say anything of worth."
My self-editing was only exacerbated when I was featured as a Blog of Note (Is that even still a thing? I think I saw a message or something saying that they were going to discontinue that feature.). All of the sudden, this blog was getting massive traffic and gaining more followers than I knew what to do with (Hello, all of you who are still here! I lurve you!), and as a result of all of this new attention I felt this overwhelming need to provide my new, wonderful readers with quality content. No, not just quality content, but perfect content.
Anyways, I put way too much pressure on myself, and boom. The writing stopped. Nothing was worthy of my readers, and I was a crappy, stupid writer who couldn't write anything good. The fact that I was Blog of Note at all must have been a fluke. Right?
Now, I'm not complaining here. I am still so honored that some kind soul at Blogger saw my blog and thought it deserved a little radio signal boost, and I frequently look back on that time with fuzzy, rose-colored glasses. How young I was... How naive... heh
I've told you I'm neurotic. I think too much. I focus on tiny, insignificant little details that, at the end of the day, simply do not matter, and at the end of the day I just end up creating extra stress for myself. Why do I do this? I don't know. Maybe I'm bored.
At any rate, I can't change the fact that I'm a bit eccentric and a lot bit particular. It's the way I am.
I do plan on writing even when I feel like what I've typed out is a big old steaming pile of fecal matter. Because how am I going to get better if I don't write some crap?
Lucky you that you get to read all of it. Hey, at least it will make you feel better about your own writing! I guess I should be saying "You're welcome!"
Now that I've ramped up to regular posting again, prepare for a lot more from me. More good stuff, more bad stuff, more rambling silliness like this post.
How do you deal with the "not good enough" mindset? Sound off in the comments section!