We've all heard that. We all know what it means. And now here I am trying to put it into action. This isn't my first rodeo. I have been around the blogging block a time or two. The first time around my blog would have been akin to sweet little Sandra Dee. Cute blonde hair, made fun of by Rizzo, hopelessly devoted, and let's face it not getting a lot of action. My next venture into the blogging world was a different experience. It was a leather wearing, chain smoking, you are the one that I am wanting type of change. Let's just say that this time around "Danny" couldn't keep his hands off me.
Two blogs. Two different out comes. One was a miss. One was a hit. Though for my hit I did have orphans as a subject to use; and who's not going to read and follow a blog about adorable little African orphans? Declining to read about the delightful shenanigans of fatherless children in Africa would be the equivalent to punching a baby in the face. And no one wants to be known as the "I don't read the blog about African orphans so basically I am a baby face puncher"person. If currently you are known as the "baby face puncher" you can change that by going to outofafricawithashley.blogspot.com. Go. Read. And forever be known as compassionate and loving of the faces of all infants.
Oh. Right. Success. Success,if you want to get technical, is not just about followers and readers. It's about trying and sticking with something. This part of success I am not too…well….successful with doing. I am a firm believer in writing only when you have something to say. Not just because it's the cool thing to do or you want everyone one to see what a wonderful writer you are and tell you that you are the next Jane Austen. Even if that means coming to her tragic lonely end you're okay with it because she was awesome and any other argument is invalid. However, there are many times that I take this philosophy of mine and push it a bit too far and use it as an excuse for my non-writing. Non-writing is when you know you should be writing so that you can become better at writing but aren't doing so because you are either:
A)Lazy. B)Terrified. C)On Pinterest pinning inspiration about writing and/or pictures of Ryan Gosling. D)Eating. E) All the above.
So you say to yourself and everyone else that you "aren't really writing right now because you don't really have anything to say and why else should I write. Am I right? Ha ha puns!" And then no one gets your pun and you feel even more like a loser because you aren't writing when you know you should and are now making horrible puns.
All this to say….I don't have anything to say. Not that I know of at least. I do know this, however, I am supposed to be writing. The feeling of remorse and shame I get every time I hear of someone writing and being disciplined and living out their dreams and all that hooey-gooey rubbish tells me I should be writing. More than all that J.K. Rowling once said that she hopes she is remembered for doing the best she could with the talents that she was given. Ouch. That kicks me in my leather wearing blog writing butt every time.
I believe I am pretty fair writer. And most of the time (when it doesn't make me want to stick my head in an oven…reference anyone?) I actually do enjoy it. And Papa gave it to me. He filled me up with it. Trusted me with it and now I need to be a good steward. He woke me up in the middle of the night with this blog idea and it's about time I show Him I can be trusted with the small things so that one day He might trust me with the big. ( Luke 16:10)
So here I go again on my own. Looking down this only road I've ever known. Wait…what? I song digress. Sorry. Even with my song digressions, horrible puns, and chain smoking. Even if I am the only one reading and commenting on how witty and bright and lovely I am. I think this will have all been a success because you know what? At least I tried. And tried again.
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