I'm the Worst Blogger Ever

I fancy myself a writer.  But maybe I shouldn't "fancy" myself a writer.  I should "casual" myself a writer.  Because apparently, I don't blog enough.  I should be blogging.  A lot.  And I'm not.  There's a lot of pressure when you have a blog.  You're expected to post to it.  Even when you have nothing really to say.  And to make matters worse, I'm supposed to be writing my blog when I'm busy writing other things.  Namely, a friggin' book!  I don't multitask.  I'm one of those who has to take on one project at a time.  I don't shift gears that easily.  Oh, sure, it's not really shifting gears when you go from writing a book to writing a blog.  You're still writing.  But notice I say "you're" still writing.  I'm not.  I'm wasting time on facebook.  Okay, not at the moment.  But I was wasting time on facebook before I started this post and I will likely waste time on facebook after I finish this post.  And I guess I do technically write on facebook.  But a status update doesn't require a lot of thought or effort.  And in reading this blog post, apparently neither does writing a blog.  My point is, I started a blog so I'd have a place to just sort of ramble.  While I seem to be doing a good job of that, I don't seem to be doing a good job of ramble-blogging on a regular basis.  Once a month is no good.  It should be once a week.  At least.  But if my future posts are anything like this one, then maybe once a month is too much.