Some of you have asked me how I decide what to blog about. Isn’t it hard coming up with new material all the time? When am I going to run out of things to say?
These are all fair questions. Today, I’ll try to answer the one of them. Will I ever run out of material?
The answer is I don’t know. I’m new at this, and I’m probably still on some kind of blogging high. I can’t see the future, and I’m not about to guess what this blog is going to look like in the months and years to come. But I will say one thing. At the present moment, thanks to you, I have plenty of things to write about.
I was at my sister Janie’s house for our annual Christmas gathering. She was her usual bubbly self (the hostess with the mostess) with the frying pan in one hand and the microphone in the other. We were singing People Are Crazy at the top of our lungs, and I turned to her and said, “you know, you’re really giving me some good material for the blog.” (Yeah, I even got out my blogging journal and wrote down a few ideas before I left her house.)
I don’t know about you, but I think real life is much more interesting than fiction. I also think it takes more creativity to write fiction. Fiction writers actually have to create characters and stories. Not me. I just write it like I see it. Sure, I can change the names around to protect identities, but the truth is, I steal my material from all of you.
As soon as I run out of things to say, I’ll let you know. For now, thanks for giving me too much to write about!
What do you think? Isn't real life much more interesting than fiction?