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Candid thoughts about writing a blog

Candid

I’ll be candid.

Writing a blog takes more time than I imagined. I love that this community of writers exist to share and interact with others. However, one lingering question I have is how long it takes other bloggers to write a post. In my situation, it takes me more than one sitting, with many distractions from little people, to finish an entry.

I remind myself that journal writing was time consuming too except that I was only writing for myself. Blogging is worth the trouble; real people read, comment, and encourage. This is where I feel my effort pays off.

Secretly I wanted to start blogging years ago: seven years to be exact. But all the hesitations, doubts, and fears held me back. I kept waiting for the perfect moment that never seemed to come.

In hindsight I realize my blob of fears was driven by how much I would feel comfortable being candid with old friends and with new friends I would make. Do you see a pattern here? When writing is involved, it takes me years to make changes.

Another candid bit about blogging: I constantly check my stats.

*sighing very deeply here

I wish I were immune to the distraction of checking those darn daily stats, but my obsessive compulsive personality obsesses over it. My practical and problem-solving oriented husband, much to his regret, once commented that I’m setting myself up for disappointment if my main motivation is for high stats. ouch! That’s not the main reason but I can’t wholly deny that it plays a role. Needless to say, he tried extra hard that afternoon to be nice and accommodating after uttering that insensitive comment.

I’ve had a few months of exploring topics I want to write about and assessing which ones resonate with me and the readers. It’ll take much longer to really learn how to navigate the features of WordPress, find my niche, and develop my writer’s voice.

Good things take time to grow. Must be patient, work hard, and not take myself so seriously.

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How I entertain the kids

Entertain

One-word prompt/ January 14, 18

Most days I entertain my kids pretty well. It requires letting go of my introvert nature, getting into the silly mode, and playing. A sure fire way to make them burst into laughter is making ridiculous sound effects while talking about bodily functions, like fart or poop.

Sometimes when I’m on a roll I realize that it’s easy to entertain and have fun. The hardest part is its longevity: kids expect you to do it over and over again. Pretending to be a chick hatching out of a chicken egg or acting like a baby sloth gets dull after the tenth time or so. Although playing comes easily for kids, I find it hard to do.

You never know what will entertain the kids: it could be the box the toy came packaged in or discovering lost toys under the couch. Kids naturally find things to do on their own, but I put an immense amount of pressure on myself to entertain them in ways that promote learning. But it makes me wonder: Why do I burden myself with this drive to constantly entertain?; What about spontaneity?; Can we get entertainment fatigue?; What does it mean to entertain, for the entertainer or for the entertained?

Definitely more questions than answers.