Sunday, December 9, 2012

Everything in Its Time

My reluctance is perhaps returning - a bit anyway. I have been quite busy - busier than usual for me - posting comments on other writer's blogs. It has left me with a good feeling. Perhaps I am just sad that my blog has no followers. There are reasons why I am not striving for those readers yet.

As I have stated before, mostly I am doing this for me, if not entirely. And I certainly don't want to promote my blog when there are so many things which are not up to par, either for the way I wish, or for the way I think others would like.

One such thing is the link to my website. During my worst financial time, I let my site go down. I just recently paid to get it back up and found my domain to be in "redemption status." I am not sure that I understand what that means, but the end result is that the links fail and viewers can't see my website. I will find out more on this and take measures to remedy the problem. I hope I will be able to maintain the use of the original URL.

With all this in mind, I managed to get over what reluctance I had, and write this post. If you are reading this and are new, I think you can relate. If you are a seasoned blogger, I am quite certain you can. Am I on the money with this or not?  

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Creating Life

Well, it's December isn't it? I didn't do so well in November. I tried last week to get another post in, but it just didn't happen. I fear this one won't amount to much, but I need to do it.

That's what life is about most of the time, doing things because I need to do them. Sometimes I find myself doing what I need to because I want to, and my goal is to get there and stay there, but truth is, most of the time I have to look at the long-term effect of not doing what I need to do, and that makes me want to.

It's not nearly as complicated, or deep as it sounds.

I try to stick with my main blog theme as stated in the title - reluctance, and as I have grown to see, and have been sharing with you, I am not as reluctant as I once was, not even sure if I am at all. I simply don't have a lot to say, at least much that would interest you. And everything I write now-a-days needs (that word again) to be interesting to you. I am going somewhere in my writing career, and the only way I can do that is by having readers.

I know I don't have followers yet, and that's why it's so important that my "stuff" grab you folks and keep you coming back. Everything will fall into place in its time, and when that time is near, I don't want to have to look back, trying to figure out where the missing pieces are, only to find out that I had never created them, due to reluctance or any other reason.

One more thing; that part about me, creating the pieces; it's true. Wouldn't you agree?