There is a reason I've not posted anything of value in a long time. (OK, for those of you who just said, "Lisa, you've not posted anything of value, EVER, on this blog!", just go ahead and slap your own face, since I can't be there to do it for you.) plain and simple, I have a lot of trouble actually getting my words down on the screen. I guess it's kind of like having writers block, except I think that maybe that term should only be officially used for someone who is, you know, a REAL writer. You know, the guy sitting in his dim, dusty study, pecking away at his typewriter while wearing a red velvet smoking jacket, stopping only to drink whiskey and stare balefully at the misty marsh from the tall window.
Or maybe the guy on the computer at his desk in his bright, sunny home office with the cocker spaniel at his feet. Whatever. Not trying to stereotype here or anything.
Anyway, I think that my problem is that I read a lot of blogs. Some of them are fantastic - funny and heartwarming and enjoyable. Those are usually written by "professional bloggers" who get paid real money to write and, therefore, are actually talented. Some of them are actually not that great and I'm not sure why I continue reading. I mean, when I find myself thinking, "WHO CARES?!?" while I'm reading, you'd think I'd read there again. But I don't bother to take them off my Google reader, so I still skim the posts.
On one hand, I don't want to be one of those blogs that people read and think, "WHO CARES?!?" as I talk about homeschooling or housework or my latest plan to save our family hundreds of dollars a month by dumpster diving for coupons. I mean, I'm not really that interesting and I don't know that I'm talented enough to make the minutae of my life interesting and engaging.
On the other hand, the entire reason I started blogging was to keep track of our homeschooling adventures (I call them "adventures" to make things seem fun. Grammar? An ADVENTURE! Math? ANOTHER ADVENTURE!) So, really, I guess I should realize that this blog is more for me and my family, both near and far, than for anyone else. (Not that I don't love all you anyone-elses who read!) Maybe looking at it THAT way will ease my writers block.
Now, I'm off to find my smoking jacket.