I Am My Own Worst Enemy

Knock on wood, my sickness has (mostly) passed. I’m coherent, which is a plus, but my voice doesn’t work, which is also kind of a plus, because now I have a legit reason not to speak to anyone I didn’t really want to in the first place.

I still have several entries waiting to be published. Some are waiting for pithy images, some need proofing, and some need general pizazz. When I sat down today to get the queue moving (since I had the benefit of a non-fevered brain), I found myself frozen.

Out of ten or eleven ideas I’m working on, probably about six are written. So what’s the hold up? I don’t like any of them. Okay, that’s not exactly true, because I do, in fact, like them. It’s just that I feel they’re not good enough, which is really weird, since I haven’t even really decided what kind of a blog this is. Right now, FotG is just a weird little orphan blog baby looking for a place that feels like home. It deserves the best I have, and no matter how many times I edit, add puns (distrust anyone who doesn’t like puns. They are lying.), find funny images, get a truly topical subject… I feel like it’s not good enough for my little Jane Eyre of a blog.

This is a foundational problem because there is no blog without entries.

The solution is simple and also simply horrifying: I’ve got to step it up. I’ve got to be brave. That’s the point of my Plan A year, the point of resurrecting a blog ten years later. So this is me, being brave.

Next up: kitten whispers and giggle fights! Or a post about what I’m reading now. Yeah, probably that.