It'd be great to be blogging for fun

I subscribe to 30 feeds on bloglines, and I love my daily reads there. I’d like to participate more. I have many ideas, often inspired by other writers. I have images, and I sometimes have the words to describe them. What I don’t seem to have is the patience to record and transcribe my ideas through a keyboard. I am an aural, verbal, intuitive type, and I am impatient with the sloth of my ability to articulate myself.

I also have a great deal of trouble focusing on a single task at a time (which makes me an erratic driver, at best). I am currently sort of watching The Andromeda Strain, while writing, listening for my daughter’s nightmares, providing a cushion for the cat (why don’t they make cat-top computers; who has a lap anymore?). I have a dozen thoughts vibrating through my head, all wanting to be heard.

I battle my latent insecurities on many fronts (tardiness, separation anxiety, relationship sabotage, overly permissive parenting, over-dependence on goodwill), and have come to realize that I will always have a core of insecurity. I spend too much unproductive time on the computer.

Dangnabbit, this wasn’t meant as a piece of self-flagellation. I had intended to state my intention to write littler bits, snippits of journaling and diarizing, and post them more frequently. I don’t need to attend to the overwhelmingly big pieces of writing in my head; I (and my handful of readers too, perhaps) may be very well served by a frequent (daily?) expression of a few sentences of nothing much. Who knows? Maybe the therapy inherent in writing might actually move me along on my psychic, psychologic journey. That would be nice, wouldn’t it?