I am such a blog sissy.
I’ve written a couple of blogs, but decided not to post them.
I can’t tell you why. I just didn’t like them enough to share, I suppose.
Every time I demand myself to write a blog post, not only does it take hours to write the darn thing, I walk away from it for a little while and when I come back to it, I snarl, growl, hiss, spit out poison from a forked tongue, and delete it.
If it bores me then it’ll bore everyone else.
I wish there was such a thing as a blog genie. But there isn’t. I googled and binged and came up with nothing remotely close for what I needed.
I thought about mad libs. Remember those little flip booklets you could order through the weekly reader program in grade school? I loved those things. Well, they still have them and even for adults, but it was a bit too risqué. I’d be better off to post my bore.
I signed up for a few automatic emails for blogging and journal ideas, but it gets too personal and I never could write on demand due to my deeply rooted rebellious nature.
Perhaps I need blog therapy.
I write just fine in my personal diary and my new WIP. So, it must have something to do with blog post fright. I’m sure there’s a medical term for it somewhere and if not someone needs to invent one – like somebody who doesn’t have it – something more creative than blogophobia because even I can come up with that.