Seriously... I do not have a problem with finding something to write about. What I seem to have a problem with is writing about something, anything, that will gain the interest of at least one reader.
I mean really, if I could be certain that at least one "stranger" became a follower of my blog I would go nuts with prolific ramblings sure to keep that person absorbed in my written storm of rhetoric until the return of Jesus.
You should have seen my daughter's over-flowing enthusiasm when, on her blog she realized that she had a stranger... some unknown quantity of a human being that became her follower!
"Wow!" I said to myself then asked... "Self, are you listening? I SAID WOW!" With a genuine tone of overwhelmed shock. All this due to the realization and revelation of the difference between us. I have a couple followers, for which I am very grateful, (sorry for not posting anything for a long time) but none of these few, are strangers.
What I would be willing to do for that kind of motivation! It is mind boggling. And do you what boggles my mind? Huh... do ya? It is the fact that evidently my blogging daughter (for I have two), has evidently not, I repeat... not, inherited my rambling gene.
Well that just stinks.
Oh yes, it wreaks. Allow me a moment to explain why. Here I am typing away like there is no tomorrow hoping that someone would have genuine interests in my earth shaking insights. My motives are clear, I have had some small epiphany about interest that does not have its genesis in friendly or familial obligations.
Interest, who's origin is based on nothing else, but the merit of what the good Lord has provided evident in her material. Not because of anything else but that they happened upon her work and subscribed. You may rightly ask... Merwin why should this offend?
Simply put... it is the fact that my blogging daughter has not inherited the gift of rambling, for she only writes occasionally, when the "inspiration" is there, when she is moved poetically, when what she is writing is poignant and relevant and... oh... wait, another epiphany... uh... never mind.