I’m here to say I’m a little frustrated with blogging. But it’s not what you might expect. I really don’t have expectations of readers being drawn to my ramblings like flies to… well, you know. I don’t even assume that anything I write will even be read. I’m just unhappy that I haven’t yet found a niche, a reason for this blog to exist.

I started this thing late last year, with the confidence that I’d matriculate from stories of my kids and my dog to useful or at least relevant observations that were worthy of your review. I suppose there is evidence of evolution, with some downright entertaining content there for a little while. But while I do like to write, (or as humor writer Carol Band said in a blurb, that I have “a real affinity for words”) it’s hard work.

Going nearly a month without a post, a first for me on this blog, has me in a bit of a panic. Once a full month passes, it doesn’t strike me as a blog anymore. Instead, it’s more like a random postcard, without the interesting photo and “wish you were here” sentiment.

So here, out of frustration, I’ve made my frustration public. I’ve always thought of myself as resourceful and “creative” enough, and the word Creative is even in my business name. But when confidence in a meaningful choice of blog topic eludes me, it’s akin to the mythic blank-sheet-of-paper that has humbled real writers and artists. Fortunately for me that’s never really been a problem in my create-on-demand career. I’ve always been able to conjure an idea that I was able to quickly germinate and spark and quickly fan it into enough of a flame that soon took on its own life. And for that, I feel blessed… truly blessed.

The root of this frustration is me. A theme, nay a real purpose, needs to be developed and built here and I’ve been too lazy to do so. I can say I’ve been distractingly busy lately, which I have… but so what? It’s either getting done or it’s not. Fortunately you don’t notice it as much as me. You have better things to do.