Yesterday’s post reminds me that sometimes we write terrible things just to write things and then we publish them! (Press them, blog them, however you want to put it.) Anyway, we write stuff because we think we are supposed to write stuff and when you try to post five days a week it isn’t always good.
Good content should be the goal. Not just content.
Was the post all bad? I guess not…but it’s idealistic and remedial.
I could have done a better job.
How many of us in this bloggy world do that? We write something. We press it. We leave it for a day and come back and think it’s utter crap.
I have been having a bit of writers block on the creative side. I have tried different things in recent months to dig my way out of it, but nothings working.
On that note…
I would like everyone to be reminded that bad is a relative term. What is bad to one isn’t bad to someone else.
My niece is having a rough time with the boys. She hasn’t realized yet that most of them are stupid at age 15, and that by just being a girl she is automatically older than them. They are stuck in junior high, while they are almost juniors in high school.
She thinks life is terrible right now. Well…for her maybe it is. I know that we all experience things differently, and aside from a few crushes in high school I could care less what the guys thought. (I know I was the exception to the general consensus.) In other words, I don’t understand where she is coming from.
To me cancer is terrible. My Nanny is dying. I say my nanny, but really she is my ex husband’s grandmother. She is simply Nanny to everyone. Diagnosed with metastic cancer just last week, but it is everywhere. It is not a great Greek tragedy, she has lived an incredible long life. She is nearly 90.
Anyway, I don’t know how I got here from there…
Terrible in life, love, and writing…it’s all relative.
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