*Note: I changed the blog title shortly after this post.
I have to say that I had never really intended to blog daily, hence the name Devon’s Not-So-Daily Blog. No, the name isn’t at all creative. I know this. It was one of those things I just slapped down when I realized how incomplete my profile really was, much like the bio blurb on my Twitter profile that reads, “I spent way too long trying to think of something clever to write here. I gave up.” I realize, that as a struggling writer (with experience in marketing, advertising, and public relations), these little blurbs may not be the best way to present myself, unless they are taken for self-deprecating humor, as I will claim was intended. And if the blurbs are not received that way, I can always change them when the time comes. But I digress.
Part of the reason that I never intended to blog daily is that, in hard truth, my life is just not that interesting. While I’d like to think my fiction is pretty damn engaging and entertaining (see, friends, I’m not always hard on myself about my work), real life is pretty boring. I get up, go to work, come home, do some other mundane stuff, and then go to bed so I can get up at the butt crack of dawn and do the same stuff all over again. Sure, I get some writing done. I attend social events when they come up. This very night is game night. But I question how blog worthy any of that is.
I certainly muse about any number of little life experiences in any given day, but does anybody really care about my theory that you can profile an entire personality based on how a person drives on the interstate? Maybe someone might if it was based on some scientific fact or some research or experimentation, but it’s not. It’s really just made up of the mean things I think when some dillhole cuts me off or insists upon driving 55mph in the left lane when the speed limit is 65mph (usually after cutting me off). It’s much more likely that blog followers will profile my personality based on my obvious lack of tolerance for others who share the road.
Is anyone really interested in yet another opinion post about the pros and cons of social media? Are there any people out there with burning questions as to why I signed up for Twitter months ago but have still only composed a handful of tweets?
Without the proper dark/supernatural fiction credentials under my belt, does anyone really care what I thought of last week’s episode of The Walking Dead, or last night’s episode of Supernatural? (I will take a moment to say I’m a fan of both. And now the moment’s over.)
If any of the above interests you, by all means, let me know. If you would like to read something from me not mentioned above, I’ll take requests. Until then, I will leave you with this:
“Wise (wo)men speak because they have something to say; fools because they have to say something.” -Plato