Nothin’. And it’s vexing.
(That was a five-dollar word, so watch your step.)
For a week or so–ok, since New Year’s Eve–I’ve hesitated in posting because I got it, rightly-possibly-maybe, in my head that my blog needed a theme–some commonality to the posts so that everyone would know what to expect out of my blog instead of some hodgepodge of thoughts, build your platform, sweet cheeks, and realized I got nothin’.
Seriously.
What exactly am I supposed to talk about on a recurring basis that hasn’t already been done to death?
I love New Orleans, but I see hundreds of blogs that lead you down that path and show you that world through an author’s eyes. Yes, every author’s eyes are unique, but how many times does one need to hear about it? I miss it. There it is. I imagine hearing, “Shut up, already.” every time I bring it up.
There’s ghost stories, but I only have a handful of personal experiences, and once they’re told, what do you tell?
I’m huge on Pit Bull advocacy, koi/fish keeping, and animals in general, but again, I see hundreds of those.
My husband is pretty damned hilarious sometimes, evidenced only by the fact that “sperm whale cheese” is the top search term, ever, on this blog, but it makes me feel a little like a weak attempt at The Bloggess when I post about him the way she does about her husband. I love Jenny, she’s awesome. I can’t compete and don’t want to try.
I have brain chemistry issues, anxiety issues, and could go on about that. Done, and in better ways than I ever could, but I don’t really want to go there, anyway. I’ve touched on it, sure, but there are just some things the readers of Horse and Hound do not need to know.
So, what would you want to know? What could a not-yet-published, wish-to-hell-she-was, writer say that could be interesting?
Yes, I’m asking, and hope you’ll answer, because I don’t know. Outside of my head, I’m kinda boring.
My banner picture is one taken from my hotel room in New Orleans, overlooking Frenchman Street, the week I decided this whole writing gig was on. My room–a room of one’s own?–with a view. This blog might be a rubber room with a view, but, hey! Here it is.
Damn. I like that title.
Mandatory cute puppy pic attached.
Of course she flashed for those beads. *duh*
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