For two years, I blogged every single day. I may have written
every day too, but I can't quite remember. It was irritating, to you as
well as to me, and took up time I could've been doing everything from
self-publishing to exercising in, but it was hard to stop. When I went
to Europe, no matter how tired I was, I wanted to write down my
experiences (or feelings about my experiences) each day, regardless of
whether other folks found it interesting or not.
This month,
I've been pretty spare when it came to blogging, mostly intentionally.
But I discovered that there's a downside to not blogging (for me, rather
than for you): I've had absolutely no pressure about fulfilling my
December goals without it.
One of my goals was to publish two
things (downsized from my goal of publishing three things), and without
typing the words "I haven't published anything yet this month, but I
will," I haven't found the strength within myself to do it, even though
it would probably take less than ten minutes to get a story out there. I
have no one to blame by myself.
Also, I worked
for several days on a TV show, which I enjoyed (close to) every minute
of,* watching likeable, talented, or extremely beautiful people
performing over and over in front of me, and being in the exciting world
of entertainment once again. But I didn't write about it, and I
started podcasting about it, but Big Anklevich called me about three
minutes in, and I never went back to it. And that's disappointing,
because working on this show was probably in the Top Five (maybe Top
Three) projects I've been a part of.
I also
wanted to complain that I was picked to write a story for our family
Christmas party again, and couldn't come up with a good idea this year.
I struggled with it, and then discovered that it was just last year,
December of 2021, that I wrote the last one. When I found that out, I
just decided to re-run the first one I wrote, back in 2017. That was
nice.
I played Whamageddon this month,
competing against my fellow humans to see who could hold out the longest
without crapping themselves, and sadly, failed a couple of days ago
when I thought I could walk to the toilet rather than run. Oh wait,
that's not what Whamageddon is: Whamageddon is a competition where you
see who can go the longest without hearing "Last Christmas" by Wham! It
was a somewhat-fun game, but would be a heck of a lot better if I were
doing it with a bunch of coworkers in an office, or at least blogging my
progress each day. Sigh.
And I wanted to talk
about a bad eBay experience I had, where a guy wanted to return an item
for a refund after he'd made it valueless, and so I asked eBay to step
in, and they said, "Okay, you have to give him a refund AND he gets to
keep the item." It was such an unjust decision that I appealed it for
the first time in my decades on eBay . . . and they came back with an
immediate "We have found in favor of the buyer and our decision stands"
in such short proximity that I knew they hadn't even considered what I'd
told them.
But I didn't.
Now
I'm at the library again, typing this instead of finishing my Christmas
story (which is actually pretty close to finished, with only an hour or
so more I need to commit to it to get to those most joyous two words).
Not sure what's wrong with me, but it's something.
*Close
to, because I have never been a morning person, and I had to get up
early, starting at 5:30, to get there on time. Which I never managed.
Not once. Came close on the last day, though.
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