12:57 PM on Friday, October 9. 2009
How funny
So. I'm writing in my paper journal almost daily, and here I am, letting my blog get covered with dust.
To be honest, I'm writing about little, boring daily things in my paper journal. I never feel like I have anything interesting to say on my blog. My Official Blog. For the Whole World to See. That's a little more intimidating than a journal that might get read out loud to Cat when something clever is written.
But on the other hand, there are tons of blogs out there with nothing of much interest on them that still get read every day buy hundreds of people. Does that blow your mind? Maybe it has something to do with the way they're written rather than the actual content. Some people just have an awesome ability to tell a story, after all.
But anyway, today I clean. I've realized that, somewhere along the way, I became allergic to cats. Which is a shame, since I love and live with two cats and probably always will. So now I have to religiously vacuum every inch of our house in order to be in full, nonsniffly health.
Which would be easier if I had an attention span longer than two minutes.
To be honest, I'm writing about little, boring daily things in my paper journal. I never feel like I have anything interesting to say on my blog. My Official Blog. For the Whole World to See. That's a little more intimidating than a journal that might get read out loud to Cat when something clever is written.
But on the other hand, there are tons of blogs out there with nothing of much interest on them that still get read every day buy hundreds of people. Does that blow your mind? Maybe it has something to do with the way they're written rather than the actual content. Some people just have an awesome ability to tell a story, after all.
But anyway, today I clean. I've realized that, somewhere along the way, I became allergic to cats. Which is a shame, since I love and live with two cats and probably always will. So now I have to religiously vacuum every inch of our house in order to be in full, nonsniffly health.
Which would be easier if I had an attention span longer than two minutes.
My life is art. When I dream, my imagination flies, and when I wake, it tells its story on paper with pen. And when I look out a window, I see endless possibilities. But I have a long way to go still on my journey through the clouds of art and imagination. Won't you join me?
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