I blog here on the 28th of every month. That means from the 29th of one month until the 20th of the next, I have a million (well, maybe a dozen) absolutely amazing (or at least pretty good) ideas about what to post. Starting around the 20th, though, I got nothing. Not one of those ideas even stick around. And any ideas I do get–or remember–don’t last as long as a box of chocolate.
So, on the morning of the 28th of the month, I go trolling for ideas. Waiting for inspiration to strike. Wondering at each and every blog I stop at if this will be the one. The great idea I could write about. Usually, the answer is no.
It’s not that there aren’t some great and wonderful ideas out there, it’s that I couldn’t write a post any better. And so I sit. Staring at the computer screen. Wondering what to write.
Right about then is when I usually get the brilliant idea that someone should write a book of blog topic ideas. It would probably be a best seller. Then I remember I can’t currently think of one blog topic, let alone enough to write an entire book.
Often, by this point in the process, the sun is coming up and my first cup of coffee is all but gone. I take a few minutes to refill the coffee cup and admire the colors streaking across the South Dakota sky. Amazingly, this is usually about the time my dog needs to go out. This, of course, requires lots of barking. Barking at rabbits. Barking at the cows out in the field. Barking at the deer. Barking because he can. It’s what dogs do, right?
Finally, I make my way back into my office. Dang! I still need to write that blog post! I start typing.
I delete whatever I just wrote.
I start a different topic.
I decide that whatever I just wrote is ridiculous and boring, so it gets deleted.
Finally, I decide that only by stepping away from the computer will I come up with a blog topic. I convince myself that by the time I get ready for the day, I’ll have a brilliant idea and the words will pour forth from my fingertips.
By the time I finally get back to the computer, I have . . . nothing.
Fed up with myself and getting anxious about finishing my monthly post, I take the next idea that pops into my head and run with it. (In the spirit of full disclosure, I also spend the next hour or so wondering what ever made me think I could write and promising myself I will start working on next month’s blog post tomorrow.)
Eventually, I have 500 or so words that don’t completely embarrass me. I read the post one more time. I struggle with wondering who (besides my mother) is going to read it. I decide that whatever I’ve written is as good as I’ve got for today. Time for more coffee.
I hit “publish” and promise myself that I really will start next month’s blog post in a few hours. Just as soon as I have an idea about what to write.
Nichole, who will gladly accept your blogging suggestions