"You need to blog EVERY DAY."
This is the type of thing I heard from serious blogging types at BlogHer, and that my friends say to me on the phone and in email, imploring me for, I guess, something to read.
I write for a living. I know that's no excuse. Gina manages to blog her fingers off, and she not only writes for a living, she writes more than I do. And lots of authors and columnists and reporters blog daily. I'm clearly lesser stuff.
So my profound thought for the day: I hate deadlines. I hate their relative lack of malleability. I hate the painful aching feeling they give me in my gut. I really hate missing them, and try not to, but sometimes, well, I just do.
Given that I hate interviews and deadlines, do you find yourself wondering: WHY exactly did she become a journalist?
And on that happy bloggy note, I leave you to go write an article about old dogs, that perhaps I'll post here and bring light to the life of all those people who keep asking me sadly, "Are you ever going to blog about dogs again?"
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