Allow me to re-introduce myself

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Blogging Again – What Is There To Talk About?

It’s been a little quiet on this lil-o-blog of mine. Sorry readers for the hiatus but really there was nothing to talk about. In fact, I’ll get you up to speed right now:

Work. Eat. Sleep. Repeat.

While I don’t expect that core string of that pattern — work. eat. sleep. — to go away for quite some time I am happy at the prospect that my new job presents: time after work for me to continue having misadventures and to contently ramble on about my silly observations.

Said another way: I see more time to write again — blogging, short stories, novels, poems. And this is very good for my soul.

Who Am I? What’s This Blog About Anyway?

Great, great questions. I follow many bloggers and they must be more Type-A than I as they all seem to have themes and stick to them: adventures as a new mom, someone who loves to cook, someone who loves to eat, someone who likes to try things out on Pinterest.

I guess my theme would be a rambler or someone who tries new things for better or worse. Eh, too long. Guess I was born to be a rambling woman. Kinda fitting — the Allman Brothers wrote Little Martha too and that is who I am; who I will always be: Martita.

Now for the purpose of this blog, well, it’s a grab-bag of things. While not quite a journal (I’ll spare you. Be grateful.), it’s more the after-math of what happens when I follow Red Smith’s sage advice: “You simply sit down at the typewriter, open your veins, and bleed.”

Upcoming Projects And Goals

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I do have goals. Some small and achievable and others not so small and certainly achievable but maybe more time consuming. And wouldn’t you like to know what they are? Maybe not.

Now don’t get offended reader, in fact, I’m glad you’re here taking time out of your busy day to read my silly little blog — it makes me feel special that my words/posts/observations matter to you and together we have found some common ground.

However, I have looked back in to my archives and have seen moments where I’ve called on you to keep me accountable. To let me know when I’m not doing the writing prompts or not writing regularly. What I’ve learned: a.) I can’t count on you and truly b.) it was never your responsibility, and really I can’t keep myself accountable?!

Actually, the real reason for my not sharing my goals from weight loss to growing as a writer, I’ve learned that it’s best to keep my mouth shut. Derek Sivers can explain it better:

But don’t worry, I’ll be ready to share the successes or misadventures of these new goals!

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A Victim to Procrastination

Procrastination, as it relates to writing, is a sneaky little bastard. It often starts innocent enough but soon things begin to spiral downwards until chunks of time have been lost to nothing.

I fall victim to these three scenarios quite regularly, but I’m sure there are more examples of procrastination vs. writing.

1.) I’m being productive

On everything else. It’s time to write and the echoing sounds within the walls of my head is alarming. So I look around and realize that my office is cluttered. How could I write in such a disgusting setting? All this paperwork that I need to sort, which I do. This turns into dusting the office, dusting the upstairs and then downstairs. But there I find the kitchen and there are dishes to wash and the floor to sweep. So I do this too. Well, at this point I should clean the bathrooms and do a couple loads of laundry and the bulk of my chores will be done.

And so ends a very productive day spent doing everything else but writing.

2.) Just a little research

The spark of creativity is flickering and I need a little inspiration. I’ll just go online and look for a writing prompt. Unfortunately the search for a writing prompt turns into a quick romp through Facebook, StumbleUpon, Tumblr, Twitter and other friend’s blogs. 15 minutes of research easily turns into two and half hours of wasted time.

Inspired to write but nothing comes to mind.

3.) Staring into the void

Staring onto a blank, college-ruled piece of paper is a terrifying thing. Especially if it’s the first page of a beautiful notebook or journal. The pressure of having to create a good-enough first sentence so the first thing you’d see on the front page wasn’t scribble marks and scratched out lines is enough to keep me buying the journals but hardly ever writing in them.

Thankfully there are computers but that brings us to Scenario Numero Dos.

Is there any hope?

Procrastinating is a terrible thing for a writer. I’m unaware of any cure…

Unless! Yes, this could possible work — I’ll empty my office of all belongings but a desk and an old-timey typewriter. How could that possibly fail?