I suppose Mondays just are not good blogging days for me. I've had the weekend to try to unwind, but it's really my Mondays where I get to unwind. The busy weekend is behind me. Husband goes back to work. The kids get back into our normal, everyday routine...and it is quiet. It's relaxing...
And my brain refuses to think of things to 'blog' about.
Truth is...I don't know if I will be very good at blogging. Seriously, how much could a person have to say that's worth someone else reading? Now, my novels, I think those are worth reading. But these blogs...well, there's a few I'm happy people read.
Why does it have to be so hard to build a writer platform? Especially when you're unpublished? Who cares if you build a platform? You're nobody, right?
No, I'm somebody. I'm a stubborn nobody (wait, SOMEBODY) that is determined to carve out a niche and get my work out there (though blog posts aren't exactly the 'work' I'm working hard to get out there). So, I will pluck away at the keyboard...pick my brain for mundane things to post. I will facebook and make 'internet' writer friends and connections--even if that means people judging me for doing so. Why do people have to judge others in the first place?
But that's all beside the point. I guess I woke up a bit grouchy. :/
I was supposed to write a dirty little secret, because it is always interesting to learn someone's secret, right? And it makes for a short, snappy blog post (though I hijacked it with my lame musings).
So...what was the secret again? Last week it was my favorite song (Drowning Pool, really?!). This week...it really is lame.
When I crave something sweet, I just grab a tablespoon and eat peanut butter straight out of the jar.
Yeah. I know. It is a boring dirty secret.
I'll try again next week. ;)