I don’t write in my blog when I have no good ideas. More than that, I have no powerful inspiration. This is a shame because ideas are golden and setting them down on my blog is a catalyst. They stay alive that way.
I have often wondered if an idea really happened when I didn’t blog it. This is sort of like the old adage of whether a tree falling in a forest makes a sound. I think now more than ever, bloggers should get motivated and write as much as possible. As we travel through scary stuff like bombings and school shootings (just to name a couple) we need to speak to our world, our audience to produce awareness. How can we expect to solve anything unless we write. At this day in age, productive writing like this is nothing other than blogging. Even if my audience is small, blogging changes me for the good. It allows me to formulate answers to life’s unsolvable riddles.
But there are deterrents. Getting home sometimes I prefer watching brain dead television to formulating thoughts on screen. The demands of being a teacher and dad sometimes outweigh my once-excitement to publish on my blogs. Then there is the issue of traffic. I have seen my traffic drop proportionately with my lapse of writing. It’s still there but not as much as the 300-500 visits a day I once enjoyed. There are all sorts of reasons to stop blogging but I’m not going to accept them. By staying regular at this, I hope to change the world, even if it is only the microcosm world inside my own psyche.
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Most musicians try their hand at being in a band. This happens with mixed results across the land. In my case, I recently accepted after my 40′s had started and almost 3 decades of music pursuit had passed that music was no longer a fire in the belly, neither was a band. Sure, I sill play here and there but not with the tenacity I once had. This decision to quit music as an ideal was probably the best, most freeing things I have ever done for my own psychology. I am not saying everyone should quit, in fact I respect anyone with the strength to see a dream through. Here’s why I quit:
