Why is writing blog posts so hard?
So here’s the problem I’m having. We are constantly creating new things, doing projects around the house, taking zillions of photos… all the stuff that should make blogging easy! All I need to do is sit down and write something. And choose which photos to show. And decide what’s more important – a story about Jon’s recent furniture commission, my iguana order, the new banister in our staircase, the birds I’ve been making for a lovely woman in New York, the lasagnas we made, the latest adorable pictures of my cats, sketches of upcoming projects…
And that’s about the time my head starts spinning, my stomach clenches up and my heart starts to pound. Blogging, to me, feels suspiciously like food poisoning! All I really want to do is share a little piece of our lives and keep you mildly entertained. Instead you get nothing – Jon would call this “paralysis by analysis.”
Today, just to break my paralysis, here’s a little bit of silliness. Let’s call it intermission.
And that, my friends, is that. Lots of great photos and stories are coming soon… I mean, don’t hold your breath, but keep an eye on us. Blogger’s-block is temporary, right?
(FYI: Henrietta is my first seated heron, legs crossed like the lady she is. She’s headed to NY where she can flirt with Bodie the jungle bird and a pelican (in progress) who has yet to be named. I’ll post pics of the project… someday