Where does it go?
Somedays it feels like I have all the time in the world, but then I see the front page of my blog and realise just how long it’s been since I published anything. Even longer still since I wrote a blog post with some kind of substance. It’s not that I don’t have things to write about – more that I scrutinise the things I’ve written and never feel they are good enough to make the grade and I can’t seem to find the time to finish them off.
From Incomplete reviews that need images added to them & tales of debauchery that need some polishing to posts on the best plugins to use with your wordpress blog – they are all sitting in my drafts folder gathering dust. There’s even an amazing but only half written post about the importance of late term abortions from a year ago… I just need to find some extra time to get them written or the courage to publish the ones that I don’t feel make the grade.
One of the perils of running your own blog is that you are responsible for all roles – writer, photographer, promoter, publisher and ultimately chief editor. I think the issue is that I don’t feel I have the ability to properly edit my own writing. Or maybe I just keep putting things in my own way to stop myself from succeeding. Things like my theme… I know I want a new theme and I’ve found “the one” I just need time to finish customising it so that it will suit me perfectly. I also need time to find a new host and move my site over.
My to do list is almost endless just for this blog let alone projects for clients and getting my design site set up – I need a never ending day or two so I can get everything on that list completed.
I guess I’m not 100% sure why I’m struggling with getting posts finished but if anyone feels like playing editor for me let me know. I’d also be interested in any tips for how to get some of these posts finished.
Hopefully now that my flatmate is home during the day I’ll at least have a 2nd pair of hands to help me get some cool photos for Wanton Wednesday – I really miss the fun of taking part in all the wantonness.