I can never get started. I have ideas of what to write about and on occasion I’ll write it down in my little moleskine so I don’t forget. But, then, I usually forget I wrote it down. I always have the notion to be disciplined about writing everyday. I wake up two hours earlier than I really need to just to have some of my precious introverted time which I could be using to throw something up on the screen. One of my problems, I believe, is that I read your blogs in my reader and thus, either, run out of time or lose my inspiration because you guys are much better writers than I.

My other problem is that I have a bit stage fright when it comes to people actually reading what I wrote. I really enjoy writing and I enjoy that you folk(s) actually read what I have to say even if it isn’t that important. But, it’s that inner critic or censor gets in the way of what little creativity or motivation I may have. I suppose it’s time to dust off my copy of The Artist’s Way and actually work through it this time. I started it almost ten years ago but never really worked through it.

I think that critic/censor won that round . . .

Printing Woes

After dealing with printing frustration this morning as the Elder Extroverted Holy One tried to print an assignment I have made the decision to get a new printer.  I have only experienced this problem on a few occasions.  EEHO, on the other hand, seems to have daily problems with this thing.  I’ve always, absently dismissed her complaints with a wave of the hand and a trip up the stairs.  This morning was the paper jam/ink stain/malfunction that broke the camel’s back!  I had visions of seeing how far it would fly out of the second story window!

We’re going laser!  And networked!  The current piece o’ crap wasn’t networkable so I had to share it through my iMac.  When the iMac was asleep the printer was incommunicado.  Back upstairs to wake the old guy (maybe that’s why I’ve been moved upstairs . . . to get some excercise!) so she can print.  NO MORE!  We are getting a networkable laser printer so I go upstairs when I want to not when the printer is being stupid.

Take that Epson Stylus photo 825!