"You make time for what you feel is important." -Susan Powter

As I am learning, even taking the time to think about what I am going to blog about takes time.

I read this article on Benjamin Franklin's schedule. There was no mention of kite flying.

My writing teacher, Michael McCarthy, was an advocate for "sanctified time, sanctified space." He regaled us with stories of getting up at 5 am, reading something unrelated to what he would be writing about, and then writing for a predetermined amount of time. Still no mention of kite flying.

The time I had set aside to write this, I. . .
  • Read this blog for the 99 cent chef. 
  • Checked Facebook for the 50th time today. Look! More Donald Trump memes! 
  • Scanned three documents into Evernote. (There are approximately 10,000 more to go, if this inbox pile to my left is any real indication.) 

  • Researched where to get my car smogged. 
  • Made a grocery list. Went to supermarket. Thought I could remember everything I put on the list, so I didn't bother to actually look at said list. (I didn't remember everything.)
  • Got home and contemplated whether I should return to the store.
  • Ate crackers and wondered why I am alone.
  • Checked Facebook again. Hooray! More Memes!
Clearly, I'm a creature of habit. The bad ones. Or at least the ones I make time for.

Let's start here.

This is a story about control. My control. Wait, no, that's Janet Jackson's story. This is a story about my life. Only it's not a story. It's a blog. A blog nobody asked for. Well, almost nobody. A few people asked. Did you ask? You could've asked.

I bought my domain name way back in the year 2000. So long ago, if this domain had been a baby, it would almost be old enough to drive now. I wouldn't give a domain name my keys, though. Terrible drivers, those domains. I put up a very rudimentary website then, and when I wasn't satisfied with it, took it down and replaced it with a "coming soon" page. And that was over a decade ago. As for "coming soon," how soon is soon? At what point do you just admit to yourself it (whatever it is) is never coming?!?

I decided 2015 was finally the time to start blogging. I had intended for April 1st to be the start date, but as you can see, I missed the deadline by several months. I wanted to find a better template than the ones Blogger provides natively. This meant googling. And choices. So many choices. Ultimately I found this one. I'm reasonably happy with my choice. I haven't figured out exactly how to modify everything, though. So don't go poking around yet. There's nothing to see here.

Am I supposed to sell myself now? Say something that is so engaging and/or entertaining, you can't wait to come back for more? That's a lot of pressure to put on someone. Especially me. I can feel your judgment right now. And you know what? I don't appreciate your tone.

Maybe I should wait another 15 years.