Category: A Bit Of Silliness

A day off

I’ve been blogging consistently every day now for an entire week.  I think I’ll take today off as a reward.

(And yes, the several levels of irony have not been lost on me: writing a blog post to say I’m not writing one today; rewarding myself for consistent posting by skipping a day…what can I say?  I do stuff like that.)

I wonder what happens if I post it as an aside…

On Writing

No, this is not a review of Stephen King’s book (though that’s coming, once I’m done reading it).  I merely wanted to write something about writing and most post titles on my blog begins with ‘On’.  Not much you can do with that.  Maybe I should start thinking up more creative post titles…

But what I wanted to say is, writing is hard.  I was told when I started out that it took discipline and perseverance, and that I must develop a thick skin to deal with critique, criticism and rejection, and that it’s a lonely road, and that success isn’t guaranteed, but no one actually said it’s hard.  Even if you enjoy it, it’s hard.

I finally finished the second chapter of my novel yesterday.  In fact, I wrote most of it yesterday.  I had started with it in the middle of February.  Many days passed when I wrote not a single word; when I did not even open the file on my computer. Continue reading “On Writing”

On Congratulations

Yesterday evening at 8:30 South African time I became an uncle for the second time.  No, please don’t offer any congratulations.  That’s the whole point of this post.  This morning I made the obligatory calls to my father and stepmother (their first grandchild) and to my step-sister and brother-in-law to offer my congratulations.  Then my wife asked a very intriguing question:  For what am I congratulating them?  What did they achieve? Continue reading “On Congratulations”

On Resolutions and Intentions (good or otherwise)

Happy New Year.  Don’t you think it is very fitting that I write my first post of 2013 on the seventh day of the year?  Especially since my one New Year’s resolution was to write every day this year.  And sure, I could have written the post and then set it to be published on the first, but honestly, then I’d have had nothing to write about.  Now at least I get to write about not writing.

I wonder where this whole thing of New Year’s Resolutions got started.  (No, I’m not going to check Wikipedia.  That’s a distraction and a writer’s worst enemy.)  In any event, I think the term is a misnomer. Continue reading “On Resolutions and Intentions (good or otherwise)”