Jul 31
Four days Away…
I want to write about the first vacation I took my kids on.
I want to write about my time with Serin.
I want to write.
But…
Well… previous attempts at detailing previous trips to visit with Serin have been rather… well…. boring. Not that that is an unusual thing, it seems that I have issues with trying to find my “voice” in my writing. I write too much detail, I try to keep the good snippets alive by writing out EVERY LAST boring thing, I never seem to have any point, and the entries seem to be endless blathering nonsense that no one cares about.
And with the struggles of the last 2 years, leaving my marriage, feeling the need to distance myself from my former friends, having taken a huge break from my online journaling, and feeling really shy about the mistakes I made during these things, I have felt the lack of support and feedback keenly. As I make my attempts to push myself back out into the world, to reconnect and connect to people, both online and offline, I am finding the need to try more and more to make friends.
And you can’t make friends with long boring blog posts. No one wants to read that.
Seriously? I can’t imagine a way to make people understand the dynamic between Serin and I (although, dude and I really need to find a way to make an audioblog/podcast of the kind of conversations we have while driving around the damned province (or getting lost, or yelling at the GPS)…
So… I will write for myself, but not for public consumption…
Hell… I’m trying to win friends, not scare people off with my grand verbosity…
So… yeah… survived. YAY.
The end?
Tags: experiences, family, friends, kids, my life, travel, writing
I don’t think rambling even matters so long as you can string a sentence together and it’s entertaining, which you can do. I should remember this myself – I can ramble for an Olympic Gold. Sometimes I read back an entry I’ve written and I go “Holy shit, what is WRONG with you, no one wants to read this nonsense!” I can’t seem to help myself. Then I go off on unholy tangents half the time too. I just accept it. It is what it is.