And So I Gave In

I “should” blog. “Do it!” I was urged. I’m not entirely certain what these kindhearted individuals expected from me. I already Tweet so much, a certain Scotsman decided he needed to unfollow me. I was “clogging” his feed. Really? “Clogging”? I felt like a lump of hair wedged in a bathroom sink. For days after that, I tried to keep quiet. Really I did. But what can I say? It was the 2009 Major League Baseball playoffs. My New York Yankees were wiping the floor with every contender. Was I supposed to keep that to myself? I had fellow Yankees fans counting on my rants, my diatribes, my ecstasies. I couldn’t let them down. Clog or no clog. And so I continued.

I’m told blogging helps with writing. If it does, it takes me away from the two manuscripts I’ve started that sit like dead weights, bobbing up and down on my hard drive like buoys out at sea. “Ahoy! We’re here! Over here! Hallooo!” Yes, I see you. I know you’re there. But Mommy can’t get to you right now. Mommy is still deeply concerned about manuscript one, the one that’s out in the world, being looked at by a literary agent. You know, the one that took years to write? So sink back down to the depths of my hard drive for a while, would you?

My mind goes to and fro. Maybe today isn’t meant for writing? Today I should paint. Who has a birthday or special occasion coming up? I find it easier working on paintings for other people than for myself. Those I put off, much like the sunken manuscripts, waiting, waiting, waiting. The painting above, “Midas Rescued from the Black Hole” was all about waiting. But we won’t go there.

So, a blog? Really? What will I blog about? Paint drying on the canvas? The two very different (and neglected) manuscripts? The odd assortment of items I find on the carpet in my house? The dull, shark-like eyes given me by my family when I say things like, “Someone who isn’t me will be emptying that dishwasher”? Or, how about the line of ants marching in my son’s bedroom? Where are they coming from? Where are they going? It seems purposeless. It’s like they’re on an ant runway, “Does this grain of sand make my butt look big?”

Well here was my blog. My bloggy blog blog. They cannot say I didn’t follow through.


20 responses to “And So I Gave In”

  1. Hey, it is great to hear your voice in your bloggy blog. I really related to your two manuscripts lying in wait and your ambivalence about blogging and what the hell to blog about.

    I am glad that despite feeling like hair clogging up the sink you continue to tweet prolifically as you spice up my twitterstream and I so enjoy your gutsy rants, comments and perspective.

    I even enjoy your enthusiasm about the Yankees.

    Welcome to the Blogosphere. You are filling a void.


  2. Good for you. I just started a blog too, it’s different I’ll say that. I would like to know what you have to say. Not a Yankee person, but my son is. I’ll be back. 🙂


  3. So now that you have a blog, is it OK if we all unfollow you on twitter and just keep up with you here? It might help with the clogging of the feed.


    I, for one am looking forward to more of these.


  4. Lovely first post! Of course, the hard part is to also have something to say the next time. But I feel confident that you are more than up to the task. 🙂


  5. This is lovely, Denise. You have a great sense of humor. I look forward to hearing reports from your world, and salute the bravery and organization that brought you here.


  6. *shaking my pom poms* *doing cartwheels* *dancing on toes* {little fluffy cat taught me that one} *bouncing* In case you can’t tell, Denise, I am THRILLED to see you blogging!!! *big squishy hugs*


  7. Woot, how exciting. I love your style, your ease, your wit.
    I look forward to reading more! 🙂


  8. This is so great! I will visit even during baseball season! I don’t think I can add anything here that hasn’t been said already – Marcia especially captured what I would have said. Welcome! Yay! And as Kathleen said – “Please carry on with the writing, tweeting, blogging and clogging.” :o) p.s., no, that grain of sand does not make your butt look big.


  9. I’m to busy laughing at “Does this grain of sand make my butt look big?” to wax eloquent abougt your eloquence. Making art of any sort is hard work; I can’t remember which book had the following, but often apt quote: “Writing is easy. You just stare at the blank page until drops of blood form on your forehead.”



    • The quote is from Douglas Adams describin the act of writing as “staring at a blank piece of paper or a blank screen until your forehead starts to bleed”.


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