It's 11 o'clock and I should be headed to bed, but I keep procrastinating. It's peaceful and quiet and since being put to bed, neither of our kids had been up for anything which makes the past hour or so golden time. I want to stretch it out as long as possible, which isn't really wise, and taking a moment to blog something is just another means of avoiding what I should be doing instead.
At least it's creative task avoidance. In my family, there are two kinds of task avoidance, crass and creative. Watching tv instead of doing your homework, or mowing the lawn or whatever it is you have to do is crass. So is playing computer games and monkey-clicking through websites for hours on end. Creative task avoidance is when you actually do something that's at least partially useful, like doing the laundry instead of dishes. Reading can count, as long as it's not just fluff and isn't what you've been doing for the past, say six hours. So I'm counting this as creative. But barely.
I've been floundering around a bit, trying to think of things to write about, but I keep falling short. Not because of a dearth of things to write about, but because so many of them are just way too personal. I love to read The Bloggess and MommyWantsVodka and such. They're hysterically funny and reveal all sorts of personal quirks about the writers' lives. And the lives and foibles of their loved ones. Even though I know that practically no one is reading this, I still don't want to air our dirty laundry or complain incessantly about my kids or even talk about some of the stuff going down in my extended family that I've been thinking about lately. I'm not sure how real bloggers get around this.
Maybe I need a theme, or hook to wrap this whole blog thing on.
Or maybe I just need to get off my duff and head to bed, because, really, this isn't very creative. If I were being creative I'd be writing our annual holiday newsletter and not putzing around here trying to figure out how to make myself more interesting.