Ugly (But Honest) Display of Ignorance

I probably already said this somewhere in the few posts I've already written, but I'm too lazy to go and look right now: I used to fancy myself a competent computer guy. But I am utterly failing at keeping up with technology.

Oh, don't get me wrong, I have an iPhone 6, a computer, and a tablet. In my real life job, people ask me computer questions all the time, and I sometimes get the right answer. But all in all, my general knowledge of computers is quite lacking. It probably always was, but when I was younger I thought I was smart but was too dumb to realize how not-smart I was.

Anyway - I started this blog with the intent to have an outlet for my desire to be a writer. And since any writing teacher with his (or her (or its)) salt says to write about what you know. Well, I know that my life isn't what I'd imagined it to be growing up. I also know that my life isn't really all that special, but I kinda sorta believe that maybe some people will see how badly I'm screwing up and realize they aren't all that bad off the way they are. And I also know that my brain often goes to places that are so far off track that sometimes I amaze even myself. Plus, I like a good story.

So in my not nearly brilliant brilliance, I decided to write a blog about all of those things at once. One blog, many pages. One blog, multiple tangents. One blog, various themes.

I built the blog and added four pages. The idea was I could write a post, and once it was published, I could slide it onto the page that best fit the content of the post. For example, if I wrote about how pathetic my life currently is, and how I dreamed of the glory days when I was young and stupid (even though I thought I was smart...), I could put that on the Mid-Life Crisis page. Or if I was struck by lightening and pounded out a new chapter in my book, I could post it on the Weed's Writing page.

But (here's where I get to the Ugly (But Honest) Display of Ignorance) only after I completed building the blog and attached pages did I realize that a blog doesn't really work that way. Generally speaking, posts all stay on the main page, and the pages are more static and don't cater to having multiple entries on the same page. As such, my brilliant idea wasn't so brilliant after all.

Woe is me. Just another nail in the proverbial coffin on how I'm not nearly as intelligent as I once thought I was.

That being said, I wonder if there is a way to put different posts on one of the non-main page pages. If anyone knows how, be a good World Wide Web citizen and let me know, will ya?

Waah.

Has it really been over a month since I've last posted something?

Uhh...yup. That's pretty sad, isn't it? I wish I had an excuse on why I haven't written anything, but I don't have one. Except maybe just the whole thing called Life: work, eat, family, sleep aaaannd repeat. Oh, throw a little football watching and an occasional movie, and that's life.

I suppose going back to work after having two months off after baby boy No. 2 was born might have had a slight impact on my inability to write a new post.

And then I ask myself, do I really need an excuse? And more importantly, do you even care? Probably not.

The next question is this: what's the point of this post? The answer: I'm not entirely sure (outside of making excuses). Maybe this is just an attempt to delve into the nether regions of my brain and discover why I'm so pathetically NOT a writer.

To use an over-used cliche - if I had a dime for every time I have said I want to be a writer, I'd be rich. Except, there's apparently an addendum to that cliche, one that says I owe a dime for every time I should have written but didn't write. As such, I am most certainly not rich. In fact, I am quite a bit in debt.

Another thing I've said a time or two is that I really wish I could quit my day job and go do a different day job. One that I actually enjoy.

Don't get me wrong! My current job is much better than my former job, and my enjoyment level is much higher than before. However, I am still employed by the same large corporation (just in a different position). And anyone who has spent any time in a large corporation knows how dismal corporate life can be.

I keep telling myself that the problem is I make too much money to quit. I can't keep up with my current bills (or should I say "debt") now, so why would I be able to if I got a job making much less money? Because I'm pretty sure it would be near impossible to find a job that I'd make as much as I do now.

Well..with my current level of motivation, it'd be near impossible. If I found one single ounce of motivation in my pathetic, lazy, good-for-nuthin mind, finding a good job could possibly be possible.

I've often dreamt of finishing a novel, one that went on to be a bestseller. And after I topped the charts, I could quit my day job and write full time. But, as is indicated by the one month hiatus from writing, I'll be 206 before I finish my first novel.

So this post turned out to be a "woe is me" post. I'm sorry to have to put you through that. Although, I don't think I have anything to worry about. Who'd want to read this drivel anyway? But, if for some odd and unforeseeable reason you do like reading this, I do hope to come back and write some more.

Hopefully it won't be over a month later...