I Kinda Suck, But Here's Why

I saw Julie and Julia last night. It was a good movie. Not great, but good. I like that Amy Adams. Meryl Streep was predictably great, but she could have just done a Julia Child at 45 imitation and been done with it. Well, it was better than that, but that's not my point. I decided when I re-re-re-re-returned to blogging that I would blog to practice writing. That's what I am doing, practicing writing. I have more time, I am feeling better after my brother's death - my it takes time - and in the waxing and waning of time, I had some waning.

I did not mind the lack of visits/comments. After all, I can go visit my old faves, but I disappear for months and months and then re-emerge, so one can hardly expect folks to keep checking. That was all okay. Then I saw Julie and Julia. Julie, the Julia child devotee, started with a bloggy nothing. Or they made it look that way. Her book was unpublished, she had a lousy job, so her husband helped her set up a blog. No one read it for like two weeks. Then, voila! Like a perfect French souffle, it was perfection. She had many many readers, gifts in the mail, and scads of comments. Of course she cooked many things, wrote regularly, and had a great topic, but her popularity was so quick! And all because she planned to bone a duck (gross).

So, hmmm. Do I blog regularly? No. I have blogged for a long time, but that does not count. I cannot blog as much as Julie because I hafta edit and be a mom. That's not an excuse, that's true. But I could do more. Do I have a great idea? I think I have a good idea - talking about stuff that I think should be out in the open. I guess my slant has turned a bit more toward humor and television/pop culture, so I do not have a similarly directed project. Okay, that answers that. I guess I do not have any kind of following at all because my project is inconsistent and my message may not be clear.

Jeez. I guess I solved that for myself. Crap. You start complaining and you end up realizing you have nothing to complain about. I think I'll go check out the mess in my room and complain about it to the dog,one of my loyal readers.