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What to write when you don't know what to write.....

One of the resolutions I made for this year was to update this blog three times a week--- more would be fine, but at minimum I was supposed to add something every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. We'll see how long this lasts...

Most years I don't make resolutions because I'm horrible at following through with them. It starts well, becomes an earnest habit--- but, somewhere along the way, without my even noticing, the new habit is lost and is replaced by the even longer-standing habit of not having done it or no longer doing it.
New Year's Resolutions postcard

It isn't that the plans I have for myself are too lofty, or that whatever I've planned was so dreadfully horrible as to make me cringe every time it came to perform the task. The habit just stops, slipping out of the daily/weekly routine so quietly as to not make me aware of its leaving.And its absence is never strong enough to make me realize something important is missing. It is usually some weeks or months before I remember that there was "something" I was supposed to be doing.

This year's resolutions were more creatively-based than they've been in the past. My future dreams of becoming published will happen only if I continue writing..... only if I continue putting my writing and myself out there.

These blog updates are only a small part of this year's writing goals....but, funnily enough, this small part will probably be the most difficult one to continue. For, what do you write when you don't know what to write????

This isn't a short story or a portion of any novel-in-progress....this is a personal/professional blog--- a place less tied to my fictional world than anything else I write (and therein lies the difficulty). So, what do I write about to ensure my goal of updating my blog regularly is carried out----- I write a blog post about keeping my blog updated.....oy


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