*Note: This post was originally published about a year and a half ago on my other blog.

Every time that I come to my blog, I swear that I am going to put more time and effort into it.  Every time I read someone else’s blog, I think “I need to start doing stuff like that on my blog.”

But I don’t.

I know that this blog lacks focus.  It isn’t the social media/freelance writing blog that it used to be. And I’m ok with that.  I’m just not sure what I want it to be anymore.

I Wish I Was More Interesting

Yes, I don’t think I’m very interesting. Maybe that is why others don’t find my blog to be very interesting anymore?  Beside the fact that it has no focus – well, let’s face it, it is pretty boring.

I want to be interesting like Penelope Trunk. I do still read her blog. I think she’s one of the most interesting bloggers out there.  She doesn’t post a lot but when she does she has something to say.  It’s almost always funny and always interesting. Sometimes she might just be stirring shit up just for fun.  Other times she’s talking about some seriously controversial issues.

And ya, I want to be more like that…but that’s not me.

The Truth Is…

The truth is that I spend way too much of my time in front of the computer.  I’ve been trying not to spend so much time in front of it lately but when I’m not in front of the computer I’m usually just doing some housework or reading.  I’m still boring when I get off the computer.

I’ve thought about trying to find some more interesting activities.  Tried to put together a book club but couldn’t find anyone other than my mom and my sister that wanted to join. Tried to put together a writing club.  Still couldn’t find anyone to join.

I think about doing things like planting a garden or training to do a 5K…but they are just thoughts.  I don’t really have any desire to do them.

I think about joining some kind of activity so that I can make some friends.  But I know me. I’m not a friend type of person.  I have my husband, my kids and granddaughter, my mom, my sister, my dad – I don’t really want more than that.  Because if I had friends they would expect me to go to their home parties (I hate those things), come over for dinner (I only go to my sister’s for dinner because she is my sister and it would hurt her if I didn’t), and stuff like that.

So, I’m coming to terms with the fact that I’m not interesting.  Not really.

My small town. Quaint - but kind of boring.

My small town. Quaint – but kind of boring.

So What Is This Blog About?

I really am not sure at this point.  While it used to be about freelance writing and social media (and I do still make a living with those things, but just enough to live) I am tired of writing about those things.  I could write about writing ebooks, but the ebooks I write aren’t the kind that I want to be associated with the name that everyone knows me by.  Although there are some non-fiction ebooks off to the right in that little black box.  But I don’t want to write about writing those kinds of books. That’s just as boring as writing about my boring life.

I could write about my husband who, personally, I think is a hell of a lot more interesting than I am.  I keep telling him that he should blog about the things that piss him off because, trust me, you’d be entertained.

Maybe this will become a blog about my journey in becoming more interesting.  That’s the best I can come up with for now.

Add On…

I wrote this post about a year and a half ago.  I’m still boring.  This is not good. I need to do something about that…


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