How I write a blog post

That’s an interesting thought. I should write about it.

Nah, it’s not interesting enough to write about, really. No one would want to read that.

Did Anne Frank think everything that she was writing was interesting? Did Marie Curie know her scribbles would become a National treasure? Did Captain Scott think his expedition logs would be of any importance at all?

I’ve already gotten too far in life to start journaling like that. Do you know how hard it is to build a new habit at 36?

Nonsense. Their stories were important because they shared the mundane with the extraordinary, not because they were life-long habits.

What about my life is extraordinary?

What did they think was extraordinary in theirs?

Fair enough. But, there’s so many people out in the world writing about the same topics I would. I have nothing really new to add but more noise.

What’s wrong with noise? History applauds the crazy ones who are bold enough to make noise.

If you have something valuable to be noisy about, sure.

Why do I think I should be the judge of what’s valuable?

Touché. I’ll set my ego aside for a moment. OK. I’ll write this. But….

But, what?

But, it’s already been written about using this same format and tone a million times over. I need to make it different.

So…. make it different?

I’m not talented enough to make it different.

Shut up. Just write it. I’ll get better and find my tone with practice.

Maybe I’ll write about how people should write about uninteresting things to get practice.

Good! That’s a start. My words always end up going down a rabbit-hole of thought, anyway.

Ugh. That’s right. I have a bad habit of rambling in my writings and end up saying practically nothing. Let me think about this for a bit, first.

No. Just write. If I think about it without writing it then I won’t write it at all. I’ll forget the earlier points and won’t be able to recall them when I sit down to actually start writing. So, just write.

No.

Yes.

No.

YES.

Fine. I’ll write. In fact, I’ll write about how hard it is to write something.

OK!

And I’ll start it off with, “What am I even writing this for?” because that’s introspective and relatable and is the same thing I’ve been comfortable writing a hundred other times in blog posts I never finished….

GAH!!! JUST! WRITE!

No. That’ll be lame. I deal with enough people talking smack about me being lame in other things. I need something I can do that I enjoy without fear of being torn down yet again.

Again, shut up. Let’s go back to the “What am I even writing this for?” and start by answering that question.

Seems confusing. People won’t get it.

I thought I wasn’t trying to have an impact on the whole world anymore. I thought I was supposed to put the ego aside. Am I writing for other people or for myself?

Both?

Good. At least I can be honest about that. Bring the ego back a little, it’s alright if I am a human with some ego. We all are. I can write about this. I need to write something. Anything. Now… I need to try and remember what I was thinking before this debate began. Shoot– the debate itself is probably a story worth telling.

That’s an interesting thought. I should write about it.