So I've been sitting around since I have pneumonia an I'm supposed to be doing a good impression of a slug so I won't do too much and sabotage a recovery. The problem is, I don't think slugs live very interesting lives. Now maybe I'm jumping to conclusions. Maybe slugs have a whole wild private side I don't know about. If they do I apologize. I don't want any offended slugs making comments here, but from what I see they just kind of creep along in an ooze of slime and eat things I wish they didn't. I'm not privy to the secret life of slugs and I'm no expert. All I'm saying here is that impersonating a slug is boring. That's my disclaimer so if there are any irate slugs out there please keep your opinions to yourself.
In an effort to entertain myself I've been on facebook, pinterest, goodreads, and all kinds of other websites and basically boring myself more than I already was. I tried TV yesterday, but let's face it, I'm not a big movie/TV fan. So in total desperation I've turned to posting on my blog. Yes, you've wondered what it takes for that to happen. Now you know.
I'm going to backtrack to after goodreads and before my boredom induced urge to blog. I gave up on the internet and turned to the books I've written. I thought maybe there would be some revising I could do or something. I opened up the first one I wrote and I realized there really does come a point at which I've done everything I can possibly do. My skills only reach so far and in this first effort the only way to write the book better would be to write a different book. I guess that's why I wrote the second book and am working on the third. There are things that improve with each effort but there are times when I feel the limitations of my writing ability. To be more specific, I don't know how my books are supposed to entertain anyone when they are boring me.
Perhaps, just perhaps writing isn't something I should do when I'm bored.
