Are you like me and find that blogging and Facebooking and Tweeting have become more time consuming than actually connecting in person with our friends? Maybe it's just me, but how do these people do it? Do they have families? Do they have jobs? Do they have lives??
I thought the advent of social networking was supposed to make everything easier, save time - you know, speed things up a bit. But what we're seeing is the opposite, I think. Now we don't have enough time to maintain all of our cyber pages that are floating around. It's becoming more of a chore than a fun activity.
The reality is that my social networking yard is becoming like my actual yard. If I neglect it and forget to cut it or water it or fertilize it, then it gets overgrown, becomes overrun with dandelions, and forces neighbors to move away from me.
If I want blog-neighbors, than I need to maintain my blog. I need to be consistent with my posts and make sure that they're neatly written and appealing, then, maybe I'll attract more people to come over for a visit.
But that will have to wait for now. I've got to go water my lawn.
I used to really love the spring and summer months... until I started writing.
Living in Edmonton, Canada, where the temperature from winter to summer can fluctuate by 30 degrees, there's really not much else to do while you're hibernating than dreaming of the summer months.
But now, in order to be successful in my chosen craft, I actually need to be indoors more often than not. That's tough. Right now it's 23C and the sky is blue and the sun is hot. Not to mention the trees are budding and the birds are making babies and singing and drinking from our bird-bath.
Efficiency is key. The more stories I can finish and get out to the public, the better for my bottom line. But that darn sun always seems to find its way into my office, coercing me - begging me to come outside just one more time. Jason, I am warm and you are pale. It's okay, it's only for a few minutes. You can write anytime, but I'm only up for 8 hours...
Call me a party-pooper - call me no fun, but don't cal me a lazy.
Lying in the sun like a cat = lazy. (But it feels sooo good, doesn't it?)