I’m young. I know this to be true, despite the fact that sometimes I ache when I get up in the morning. Oh sure, I’m now officially in my late 30’s, but relatively speaking, I’m still very much young and spry. I say this because I still have my boyish good looks, and I can also hold my own on the tennis court (at least against the senior citizens that I often find myself playing with). However, like most young people I know, I sometimes have a problem biting off more than I can chew. When I began this blog some 2 months ago, I had big plans for it. Very big plans. This was to be my ticket to stardom – a guaranteed means of connecting my talent with those who would value it enough to pay. I know that I have what it takes to be a literary star, and this blog was all about exposure. I was confident that, after a few brilliant posts, my subscriber list would explode in population size - enough so to make the state of Texas blush. I was on my way to becoming a pop culture sensation, all thanks to this blog, and at some point, some national blogging syndicate would sign me to a multi-year, multi-million dollar contract. I would never have to work another day in my life. It was a brilliantly concocted, fail-safe plan. After all, if I could get my material on the internet, I was guaranteed success – they don’t just let any old fool onto the world wide web.
Ah, but the best laid plans of mice and men…
What I hadn’t counted on was the x factor. As in, I have x-hausted all of my creative resources on just 6 blogs and I only have 3 subscribers… how x-cruciating!
And as quickly as it began, the dream started to sputter. I soon found myself in the throes of a mild state of semi-depression, having completely lost the desire to blog. As a result, I was lost. What's a fish without water? What's pepperoni without pizza? What's Brad without Angelina? What’s a writer when there’s nothing to write about?
In my state of lostness, I sought escape. I considered turning to alcohol to take the edge off the pain, but my Christian faith demands that I not take too much pleasure there. I thought about burying myself in my career, but as I’ve eluded to in other posts, the IT officer at the Bank of Edison doesn’t really have enough work to cover the mandated 32 hours a week, let alone a substantial burial. So in desperation, my thoughts turned darker, and I considered ending it all. And just when I was on the verge of announcing the death of my blog, it hit me. Even God found it necessary to take a breather from time to time. After all, He rested on the 7th day, so why shouldn’t I take some much needed R&R after my 6th blog.
What can I tell you friends? It worked. I've now rediscovered my love for blogging. I’m in the saddle once more, and I have lots to blog about. So, while I’m still confident that the million-dollar contract is soon in coming, I’m now writing for the sheer joy of blogging alone.
So eat up, 'Blah, Blah, Blog' fans… ‘cause in the words of the late great George Costanza, “I’m back baby!”
