I've read recently that people think when a blogger quits writing it's because they've run out of things to say. That's not why I haven't been writing. I've got lots of things to say. Always have. Always will. It's just that I haven't felt like saying much of anything lately. I've felt a lot like Snoopy here.
Could have told you all that for the last eight weeks I've been taking my vitamins religiously. Go me. But, I haven't been wearing my glasses religiously. So, I recently discovered that the vitamins that I thought were my vitamins were actually The Skimmer's vitamins. I've been taking Centrum Silver for Men, 50+ once a day, every single day for eight weeks. And because, since I've been taking them I've been sleeping better than ever, I'm now afraid to quit taking them.
So, what does that mean?! What might I turn into?!
(Enter your own stereotypical, sexist behavior here!)
But, did I feel like telling you that when I discovered it?
No, I did not. Bleah!
All kinds of fun stuff like that's been happening to me and around me. And I need to start writing about all of it before I start to lose the ability to write at all. I used to write every day. And that seems to be something that writers should do. At least Oliver Miller thinks so:
4) You’re gonna have to write all the time. I wrote for about six hours a day, every day, for 15 years before I could quit my boring job and become an actual paid full-time writer.
Which reminds me of a funny story. In his excellent autobiography, animator Chuck Jones talks about his first day at art school. And on his first day, the “mean” professor said this to the class: “You have 200,000 bad drawings inside of you. The sooner you get rid of them, the better it will be for everyone.” Startled gasp! The class was horrified. And Chuck Jones, genius and creator of Bugs Bunny, etc., was horrified for a second too. Until he realized this: “Wait. I’ve already done at least 300,000 drawings.”
The same thing happened to me on my first day of school. Our professor said, “If you want to be a writer, you have to write for six hours a day. No exceptions.” And I was appalled, until I remembered that I did that already.
You’re gonna have to write all the time in order to get better. No one can make you do this. You’re going to have to make yourself do it.
I hate when I'm the only one who can make myself do something! But, instead of falling down on my bed and bleahing into my pillow, I'm going to give up on the bleahs and give it a try.
Stop back soon. This blogging thing could get fun again. And if not? We can all bleah together.