AWOL

With head hung low, cheeks burning red, I shamefully admit that I have been avoiding writing. I've been making the old excuses..too busy, not in the mood, can't think of what to say.

I came across an ex-fellow-Toastmaster's blog today and saw that he was entertaining the notion of writing a book but couldn't get his motivation going to do it. I was intrigued but also very much interested from a selfish viewpoint. I can relate to the lack of motivation. It's my current affliction and I've been avoiding treatment.

I'm even too lazy to contemplate the causes of the lack of motivation but I do recall this piece of advice I've been given over the past few months: writing is a job. I won't always like it. Even if I don't want to do it, I should make an attempt.

Previously I had written about the annoying bus commute from home to workplace and how it was leaving me nauseous, miserable and drained. Well, the technological issues were resolved quite some time ago and I'm now a tele-commuter. Essentially that barrier was removed and still I didn't jump at the chance to hit my blog the second work was over. Yes, I have young children and a spouse but yes, I also know and fully admit that I have opportunities to write, so why don't I?

Could it be the "who cares about what I have to say syndrome?" Perhaps. But ultimately it shoudn't and doesn't matter to me who reads or more accurately, does not read these entries.

I've got an idea going and I'm going to commit it to it as a task. A friend is having a birthday celebration this weekend. I'll write about it. With a task set out in writing, I'll be loathe to not follow through. I can describe what people wore, the food, the drink, the music, the general atmosphere, witty repartee with the waiter etc.

Until Saturday.