Blogging, like most anything worthwhile, takes commitment. That being said, I have more pressing commitments. So, am I giving up on this blog? No. I will blog when I have something to blog about. That being said, I don’t really have anything to blog about right now. So, I’ll just let you, my three devoted readers, know what’s going on with me nowadays, by analyzing my other, more pressing commitments:
Commitment #1: Being a husband.
April and I are on different schedules. And I don’t mean that when I’m at work, she’s home and vice versa, I mean I go to bed late and she goes to bed early. Our time together is limited. Now, we see plenty of each other when the two year-old is awake, but that isn’t husband and wife time, it’s father and mother time. So, my time with April is precious to me.
We just finished watching “Legend of Korra, Book 2: Spirits” last night. ‘Twas awesome. Between waiting for our mutual television addictions to start airing again, and our desire to annihilate one another in well-played matches of Hearthstone, we get our quality time in.
My favorite part of every day is listening to her tell me about her day. The time she spent away from me. It allows me to feel like I participate in more of her life than I’m physically capable of.
Commitment #2: Being a father.
It is easy to turn on Netflix and let the television watch my son. But when my son looks back I want him to remember the times we played, and laughed, and climbed, and jumped, and soared. I don’t want him to look back and remember my back turned to him, playing on my computer, as he watched the television on repeat. And so I don’t take the easy road.
A two year-old has a nuclear power supply somewhere inside of them; I’m guessing, of course, as I have not opened up my son to find out–there are laws against such things. But this boy does not stop. He goes and goes and goes. Thus, commitment number two, is tiresome. Not in the annoying sort of way, more so the “thank God you’re home Mom, I need a break” kind of way. Whether or not Mom has had a busy day at work or not, I usually don’t care upon her arrival from home.
Commitment numero dos affects numero uno.
That being said, when you ask my son what his name is, he replies “Awesome!” And that he is.
Commitment #3: Being a writer.
There are different schools of thought as to what consists of “writing” every day. My process is this:
Step 1) I come up with an idea.
(This can be a character, a scene, a theme, or whatever nugget of creativity sparks further thought.)
Step 2) I outline.
(This process can take an hour, or months. Sometimes I don’t physically write anything at all, but I continue to think about the story, and it’s elements, and how they fit together.)
Once the whole project is outlined I: Step 3) I write.
(This usually doesn’t take too long. Two days to two weeks is my usual writing time for a draft. Once I start, I don’t stop.)
That being said, to the outsider, it often appears that I’m sitting around doing nothing, or goofing off. But I’m working. I’m writing.
So, yeah. As you can see, I don’t really have time for blogging. And though I love the concept of keeping a daily journal of thoughts, observations, story ideas, and well, just to stay in the habit of putting fingers to keyboards, I make no promises. More posts soon.