I Hate When That Happens
I have been
at this blog thing for almost nine years.
For most of those years I've posted every day.
I started
this blog because I enjoyed writing my two self-published (for a bunch of my money) books which almost no one read. Those books
were basically about forty chapters, each of which could have been typical
blog posts for “The Cranky Old Man.” When
I learned how easy it was to post a blog, I decided to start one. It allowed me to continue to write, which I enjoy,
and have no one read my writing without spending money to have a book published
for no one to read.
It has
worked out pretty well, except I am about out of stories that I am willing to
tell. It is hard to post an opinion without making someone angry, especially
one particular annoying troll, and…actually that’s it. It is tough to be interesting when your life
is boring.
What can
really be frustrating is when I come up with a new idea. An idea that just about writes itself. An idea that I think will be
entertaining.
Before I put pen to paper, or finger to keyboard, I do some research. If you type any word or phrase in the upper left-hand corner of a blogger post, you can see any post on that subject from that blogger. Its that little rectangle next to the blogger “B” with a magnifying glass thingy. These days when ever I do that research, I often find that I posted on the subject years ago.
Before I put pen to paper, or finger to keyboard, I do some research. If you type any word or phrase in the upper left-hand corner of a blogger post, you can see any post on that subject from that blogger. Its that little rectangle next to the blogger “B” with a magnifying glass thingy. These days when ever I do that research, I often find that I posted on the subject years ago.
It just
happened again.
I hate when
that happens.
