On Sparkling: In Which I Examine Why I Don't Write
Sadly, my "dolls" have the opposite effect. My friend Patrick can be relied upon for unexpected and amusing non sequiturs delivered via text. So I was intrigued when he appeared on my phone last week saying, "I've given this a lot of thought." I watched the three dots expectantly, wondering what delight awaited me. "You suck at regular blogging." Hm. That was unexpected but hardly amusing, especially because it's painfully true. Regular blogging falls somewhere between carrying a full cup of liquid without spilling it and doing jumping jacks on the list of things I suck at. Four blog ideas have rattled around my head for months, and I haven't managed to put finger to keyboard since January. What the hell is going on? On the surface, there's plenty. I continue to work part time. My leadership coaching program also continues, now with the bonus of three pro bono clients. I have scattered doctors' appointments plus regular well