I can see already that things just aren’t right. “Come on, do it! do it!” I can still hear your words in my head. “Just do it,” everyone said, “You’re a born blogger.” Well where are you now, my friends. Years ago it was your foolish crowd mentality, chanting “chug, chug, chug,” which slowly mellowed into a softer, friendlier sounding, “blog, blog, blog.” So, like then, I have given in. Heeded the call. I did it.
Yes, I did it, a couple of years later, in my procrastinating full speed ahead kind of way. But even waiting that long suddenly doesn’t seem quite long enough, as I’m thinking now that Word Shadows shouldn’t have been the name at all, but maybe Procrastination’s Shadow. I would like to imagine, at least, that it’s procrastination that follows me, and not the other way around. But we all know that’s wishful thinking. I am procrastination’s slave. Which isn’t always such a bad thing, being the lazy taskmaster that he is.
But this is no time for procrastination! The beginning of a new year is no time for that! We must be bold and resolute and proclaim unreachable goals. Which, of course, I am getting to.
But my point (I think) was supposed to be that nobody told me to do any planning before I started this thing. I wrestled around with that damn mysterious html code until I ran out of energy, and now I see that I should have put in some categories and maybe multiple favorite blog lists, because while I like a lot of blogs, I certainly don’t read every single one of them every single day. So what do I do, make a favorites list and an almost favorites list? Almost reminds me of the time some girl called up my little brother when he was in about the fourth grade and asked him if he liked her.
“Just a minute,” he said, put down the phone, walked off, but returned a few seconds later with a scrap of paper, which I later found out was a list. “Yes,” he told the little girl. “You’re number 6 on the list. Okay. Goodbye.”
I guess I just need to get busy with a little more creating. I need to be as straight forward and blunt as a nine year old boy.
You know, if the world was in fact created by God, then we’re all lucky it was done in miracles and not html, or we’d all still be sitting here, waiting to get tweaked. On the other hand, that would explain . . . .