I used to get up every morning, make my coffee, then sit down and write. These days, I make my coffee, then sit down and do puzzles. I like the NYT Mini and Midi crossword puzzle, Wordle, and Spelling Bee. Sometimes, I’ll even go sit and play my guitar. Then will come a point, as I’m doing now, where I sit down to write. And it will feel late, which it is. In the old days, I’d be done by now.
Partly, I’m having trouble finding subjects. For the longest time, I was occupied with my wife’s illness, then I dealt with her death, then I moved to my advanced age, but all things pass and those did. Once again, I’m more interested in the here and now. Sometimes, I think I’d like to talk about politics, but I think we have enough people doing that. Besides, I made my case a while back, and it didn’t move the needle. So, it’s back to nature, life, rain, and my cats, of which there are now two, and that all seems rather mundane.
Unfortunately, I think I’ve fallen into the trap of chasing readers, which puts an unwanted pressure on the entire system. It’s an awful metric to use when judging potential subject matter. I think I need to remember what I discovered back in 2014 when I started, which is to write about things of interest to me, and let the chips fall where they may. So, now that I have that settled, let’s see what happens tomorrow.
