August 26 2007- Writing a good blog is work-right?

Spending a good deal of time online, I frequently read blogs and forums regarding all sorts of stuff, including those in Yahoo 360. Frequently I feel totally inadequate as a writer, which some people have pointed out to me in some of the forums I add to occasionally. Although my work related writing seems to be pretty good, personal writing at the level reflected in a blog like this one sometimes seems to be difficult. Why I don't know.

I confess - ever since college, I have thought of being a writer; I was even a communications major. I have tried to writing in third person, first person, casual observer, lecturer-nothing seems to feel right. Maybe its because I just write about what's in my head, which can be and usually is not a linear orderly place, but a cascade of ideas, thoughts, memories and events, much like my life.

Case in point, while writing that last sentence, I visualized Mr. Spock telling Kirk how his brain could continue to work on computational problems subconsciously... and therein is my problem, my writers block. I work at writing, and work while writing. Yet the things that endear people to me in person how I communicate in person. I remember writing something that got a lot of comments from readers..honest comments, either LOL, LMFAO, or the like.

I had ordered some Christmas gifts online, and requested that the delivery be signed for, not just left at the door. I was at home, enjoying a day off by eating a leisurely breakfast and then taking a nice shower. Drying off, the bathroom window open, I could hear the hefty rumble of a truck suddenly stop and the rattling of a delivery truck door opening, followed a few seconds later by the ring of my door bell. I quickly threw on my robe, and wrapped my hair in a towel, running from the rear of the house to the front door; I flung open the door, and yelled WAIT as the delivery guy was walking down the walk back to his truck. He spun around, and smiled, walking back towards me he extended his arm and asked me to sign the electronic tablet, which I did. He then held out a large box, and as i reached for it, my robe tie sash  came loose, allowing my robe to slowly open at a rate commensurate with my arms coming up to grasp the package. Realizing I was about to expose myself to this stranger, I also realized if I dropped the box and closed my robe, i might damage the contents of the box, but instinctively boob coverage was more important, so I went to pull the robe closed, as he reached to help stop the box from dropping...BINGO...he copped a good feel, albeit through my robe. I instantly turned red, and he did too, although as he walked away he was smiling. Once in the house, I looked through the window, and could see him laughing in his truck as he drove away...hey pal, hope you had fun, Merry Christmas...and then I started laughing...