Supposed To

I’m supposed to Blog.

To write content that makes you want to follow along so when I finally finish some novel, you’ll want to read it.

But I never know what to say. I never figure that anyone will care if I do figure out something to say.

But, they say it’s the way. So, here we are…

Blogging takes me forever. Hours to put together sensical statements that might make some point. Than, it needs to be edited because heaven forbid anything isn’t spelled right. The internet nazi’s will be out in full force for that, not than anything would be said about the actual content. The minute details are the all-telling truths of worth, not the underlying statements themselves.

I am a horrible speller. I read too fast for spelling to matter to me so I don’t even catch most spelling errors in other works. I guess that means I’m dumb…

But I really do want to write. I want to write things that others will want to read, so I really need to put myself out there on a consistent basis. I’ve blogged here and there for a few years, but my self-criticism stops me. And the time thing is always a problem. I want to be working on my book right now. When this is finally ready to post, I’ll have lost hours to this non-guaranteed style of promotion.

Will I have pissed you all off because I said that?