Every so often, someone emails a swift kick to my virtual ass to remind me that I started a blog and that they were kind enough to take a half a second out of their day to click "subscribe", the least I could do is provide some entertainment. Grace's blog gets all the love while weeds grow up in the cracks around my ignored "f as in frank" blog. It reminds me of my years of traveling when I would look at my journal, pick up a pen and then suddenly think of something easier and more fun to do. Journaling is something that I found myself doing when I was at some self-reflective, melancholy and probably lonely moment. When I go back and read those entries I wonder how I managed to drag myself out of bed everyday and once up, how I managed to get through the day without drowning my sorrows in a fifth of Jack Daniels, a four-pack of Bartle's and Jaymes wine coolers or whatever I could get my tragically sad hands on. And those were the best of times...
The truth is that Grace's blog is just much easier. I can write one paragraph, throw a picture of her with a goofy grin in the middle of it...
...and Voila! it seems like it was written by the love child of Shakespeare and Bill Cosby. It doesn't matter what I write because everyone gets the point: I love my daughter, I think she's cute, perfect and hilarious. Because I don't think of myself in those terms, writing about me and
what is going on in my head, is arguably..well...a little different. I can't just throw in a picture to make it work.
But I wouldn't have started a blog, if I didn't want to write, right? Whenever I get one of those subtle "get off your ass" emails I am reminded that there are people that might read something if I wrote it and one or two of those might enjoy it.
I have another reason for turning this whole thing up a notch...competition. My lovely wife started a blog and, as it turns out, is pretty damn good at it. I have to think that if she can put down the Tequila and Bon-Bons long enough to post about my hatred of pickles, then I can set aside my fear of committing words and desire do find something more fun to do long enough to lie about her liquor drinking and chocolate eating habits.
So thanks for the kick, I felt it loud and clear.
The truth is that Grace's blog is just much easier. I can write one paragraph, throw a picture of her with a goofy grin in the middle of it...
what is going on in my head, is arguably..well...a little different. I can't just throw in a picture to make it work.
See, it's just not the same thing...
I have another reason for turning this whole thing up a notch...competition. My lovely wife started a blog and, as it turns out, is pretty damn good at it. I have to think that if she can put down the Tequila and Bon-Bons long enough to post about my hatred of pickles, then I can set aside my fear of committing words and desire do find something more fun to do long enough to lie about her liquor drinking and chocolate eating habits.
So thanks for the kick, I felt it loud and clear.
