Being A Lazy Writer

You know it's a bad sign when you can't remember where you created your new blog.  The one that you want to write in to get yourself back into the groove of writing.  It's similar to buying a scale to kick off your weight loss goals and then losing it somewhere in the house.  It's probably under a bag of apples that's slowly turning toxic.  The one next to the 5 pound weights that are covered with dust.  And the exercise DVDs that are under a blanket that the cats sleep on.

So here's the thing with me and writing.  I've gotten incredibly lazy.  Like much of media these days, I blame media.  Before Facebook I was updating fairly regularly on Live Journal.  As I started finding interesting/funny/stupid links and clips I would post them there, along with my bipolar ramblings and normal observations of whatever I happened to be observing.

When I switched over to Facebook I began moving the interesting/funny/stupid links and clips there and writing less about anything else.  I'd toss a note up every once in a while but quickly lost interest because they aren't easily accessible after posting.

One thing I love/hate about Facebook is how quick it is.  I'll post something and be done with it, but then later, sometimes even that same day, I'll want to get back to it and it's gone.  My wall and news feed has filled and scrolled and I cannot find it.  I dislike that FB doesn't have a search option for your own page and after a few "Show Older Posts" I give up the search and move on. 

I find I don't even have the will to google it.

I'm starting to fall in love with Twitter, and this is going to, perhaps, make things worse.  Right now I'm mostly retweeting things I find amusing but I occasionally toss out something of my own.  Being forced to 140 characters has made this difficult because of my love of hyperbole and rambling and I worry that I'll cut things down even more to fit the limits.  At the same time this intrigues me because it's the land of one liners.

While I love FB and Twitter, they have given me an excuse not to write.  I'll post something, maybe copy and paste a line or two I find interesting and be done.  Sometimes I don't even toss in my reasons for posting it.  On a few occasions a discussion has started on my page and I've had to go back and re-read the original link to try and remember why I posted it and figure out my response to my responders.  Sometimes I've had to actually create my response because I didn't really think much more than "Hmmm.  I like this." before linking.

I often write in my head during the trips to and from work.  Something will kick me off and I'll write out a FB posting or a journal entry, but when I'm actually in front of the computer I've moved on.  Those thoughts happened at 5PM.  It's now 7PM.  Too late.  I'm no longer interested.  That ship has sailed.

So.

This brings me here.  Do I want to start writing again?  Actually writing?  Things that I find amusing and interesting and not important unless they are important?  Things that hopefully other people will feel the same about?

I do.  Mostly because I love me and want more of me out there.  I want me in you.

This means I need to be here, writing.  I need to pay attention to what I see and hear and get ideas down.

Here I go.