‘Sploding Heads

I wrote a post, actually a response to a Plinky question, which was so tedious that I managed to bore myself with it when writing it. I fell asleep with my fingers on the keyboard, woke up thirteen hours later with a puddle of drool on my desk, and I was still writing that stupid post. Then some truthful person commented on it saying that, while they were reading it, they were wishing their head would explode so they could erase my stupid post from their brain. Though the rudeness of that statement by an anonymous commenter cannot be denied, it did prompt me to read through some of the crap I’ve posted on here. I took another look at the post and I have to agree that it does make one wish their head would explode. Although, really, it would be simpler and less head-explodey just to stop reading it.

Anyway, that post was, quite possibly, the worst thing I’ve ever written. I removed it from view and relegated it to drafts where it might eventually be reworked into something intelligible, but most likely, it will just be thrown out. Then I went through and read other things I’d written and some of them are just as bad. I removed about half a dozen posts which were just plain awful.

Lately, it seems that I’ve gone for the quantity over quality approach and that just won’t do.  Back when I first started this blog, there were entire months where I didn’t write anything at all. I don’t recall feeling pressured into writing just for writing’s sake. Not writing anything at all on here for a month didn’t seem to bother me in the least.

When I was unemployed, I really was writing for the sake of having something to do. I started the post a day challenge, which is great if you have all the time in the world, but hardly any of us do. At least, I don’t anymore. When I was unemployed, I had the time to finesse words and turn them into something worthwhile. I wrote fictional shorts. I created little universes with characters who had lives of their own, but I no longer have the time to do any of that, at least, not every day. Rather than taking my time with words, I began posting willy-nilly, whatever came into my head. I say boooo to that.

Writing is not a contest. It’s not about how many words I can write in a day. It’s about writing words that might actually mean something, either to me or someone else. So, in the spirit of not wanting people to wish their heads would explode when reading my blog, I’ll ease my foot off the pedal and write only when I have the proper words. There will be no more “Name your favorite type of cookie.” answers (Plinky actually asked that idiotic prompt only yesterday. I’m not kidding.). From now on, as I once did, I will write, not just for the sake of writing, but when I have something to say. There is absolutely no point in writing something if it’s not worth reading.