Why I Hate To Blog (or rather, Why I Suck At It)

As many of you noticed, I’ve had a series of blogs over the years but have had limited activity on each and every one of them. I can’t say I’m surprised when I’m constantly being asked the same thing by friends and family: “Are you really going to wear that outfit in public?” And then, if they have the time or interest, they ask me, “When are you going to post something on your blog?” I find I always give the same response: I shout “Look over there,” point to an imaginary centaur (or imaginary condor, depending on my mood) and then run away, often while giggling softly.

The truth is—and this is very embarrassing to say coming from an up-and-coming travel writer—I hate to write. I love (love love) coming up with something creative, crafty, or (and some say this has yet to happen) humorous. I enjoy when the perfect combination of words comes to mind (specifically to my mind). And I roll around the floor in an intoxicated stupor like a tabby high on catnip whenever I see my words reproduced on the printed page, or even online. Of course, it’s most rewarding when someone else chooses to publish my words, but even a self-posted blog entry is an ego boost.