Am I just going to waste these hours - well - this hour and a little more? Am I going to play Words with Friends, or finish the NYTimes Crossword? Or maybe turn on "The Little Foxes" which I have yet to finish in my otherwise "family-scheduled" evening? Or, might I get back to the novel I am writing which never really sees as much of my time as it should?
Any or all of these things are viable options. But the one I "should" do is, of course, the latter. And yet instead I decide to write a first blog post on a long dormant blog. Why? Well, yes, why? Because first I took up a pen and paper to write essentially the same thing I'm writing here. To examine, to explore my reluctance to do what I should but my own primal wish to ease my anxious thoughts with words on a page. It is writing after all. The virtual equivalent of essay self-publishing. And, what is wrong with that? I, among others, read blogs, sometimes finding valuable info, points of view or plain laughs to brighten my day. So, yes, a new blog post. Because at least I am writing and well, if someone googles upon this blog and reads it, perhaps the meanderings of my procrastinating heart will ease the tricky burden of another's wasted minutes.
--JC