Keep going . . .

Blogtober, day 3.

And a happy Wednesday to you all . . . hump day . . . celebrate as you see fit.

So, how many of you take the time to brown, or sear, your pot roast before pot roasting it? And no, this isn't going anywhere, I was just wondering.

Well, today is playgroup day, so must pack up Sontoo and head on over. But before I go . . .

As I sit here, staring blankly at the keyboard, I am considering the fact that I promised to blog, daily, for the month of October. And I'm considering how many times I've promised to blog daily, or at least more often, and failed on both accounts.

So, is Blogtober a good exercise? Not sure yet.

I mean, it does make me examine my life in search of something fun, interesting, or annoying to write about . . . daily.

It forces me to take the mundane and attempt to make it interesting. 

And, if I remember correctly, at one of the newspaper conferences I attended years ago, that was the kind of exercise we were encouraged to do. 

"Write about an apple," we were told. 

Boring subject, make it interesting.

Write about my daily life . . . see above.

(Okay, here's an example of why this is a good exercise. I just mulled over the order of the words above. Should it be "Write daily about my life," or "Write about my daily life?") What do you think? Did I go with the right one?

Anyhoo, I have just decided this is an exercise worth doing. So I will attempt to catch up and complete the month on schedule. 

That is all. 

Sorry

Gonna be a short one this morning, I think.

Sonwun heads back to school this morning. Back to the routine.

With a little more than two weeks off for Christmas, we've all become a little accustomed to a more relaxed way of doing things. So this morning it's a bit of a scramble to get lunches made, breakfast consumed, coats, hats and mittens rediscovered.

Have to admit, I backed off on the rules, maybe a little too much, over the break. Beds weren't made in the morning, the dog wasn't fed by Sonwun and the Wii got more than a little too much exercise. Back to crackin' the proverbial whip. And not just with the kids.

I'm proud to say I've kept my promise to blog daily now for two whole weeks. No surprise, I guess, that it coincides with Sonwun's Christmas break. I've had a little more time each morning to sit, ponder, blather. All good.

I find my best writing time is about an hour after my first coffee, when the caffeine's fully on board, I'm awake and sort of thinking.

This time has now diminished. I have to concern myself with lunch-making, child-dressing (they do it on their own after five or six reminders) and breakfasting on schedule. Blogging, therefore, falls to a back burner.

And that, my friends, is why today's post is so damn boring.

Sorry about that, will work to improve under the new schedule.

Have a great Monday.

A trip around the Weird

So . . . 5 a.m. The house sleeps on.

This morning, I played one of my favourite games, "Next Blog."

It involves that button at the top of your screen by the same name. It opens a portal to new worlds, new minds, new philosophies, new lives. And it seems infinite.

Don't know if you've ever hit that button before or not. But if you haven't, and you have a little time on your hands, I dare you.

This morning, I took a short trip through the life of a man cycling through India. I read several accounts of "why men suck" by women with relationship issues. I was treated to the works of a number of excellent photographers. I learned a little bit about why some people feel the need to cut themselves with razors.

As I said, the list is endless and every time you push the Next Blog button, a new world awaits. Some I can relate to, some I can't even begin to imagine.

Let's go there now.

Next Blog: Written by a 22-year-old Malaysian male. It's called Lucky Strike 14. Not sure why. Today's entry is about the New Year, the Chinese New Year and beginning the Year of Tiger. (Last year was apparently the Year of Ox.) The writer contemplates his graduation from University in a year or two and his entrance to the working world. He concludes with the thought that it's best to enjoy and live in the present. Good friends = good times. Why mess with it?

"My dream is simple. I hope no matter what path we are heading to, our friendship bond will always be there. Stay connected. If possible, invite me to your wedding Malaysian=). Friendship forever ya~!!!"

Next Blog: Brat Princess. Again, not sure why. A quick scan tells me it's about, well, a brat princess. Make-up tips, look what I bought, gold is good. Let's move on.

Next Blog: The Thornocks - a family name for a family blog. It's written by mom and this entry is about daughter Ryleigh's 3rd birthday, complete with pictures. Cute kid, cute family, cute blog. I can relate as the stay-at-home parent. I read it through and even check a few back issues.

Next Blog: Hello! Okay, this is a first. Came across some "naughty" pictures, complete with someone's description of their sexual exploits in a sort of poetic voice; and not great writing. Not particularly interested, moving on . . . in a minute, hang on. Moving . . . on . . . right . . . now . . . that's not how you spell THAT . . . poor grammar . . . and that's just not possible . . . okay, seriously, moving on.

Next Blog: A tribute to Michael Jackson by Xin Hong. Not particularly interested, moving on.

Anyway, you get the idea. Next time you're bored and want to read a little "slice of life" from a variety of perspectives, give it a try. You might be amused, you might get bored, you might find inspiration, you might find a lot of spelling errors. But odds are good you're going to learn something. And that makes the trip worthwhile.