Internets, I wish I could quit you

Hey, remember when I said I was quitting my blog? Well, I lied. Sort of. I quit my old blog. I don't know why, really. I mean, I had reasons (they were threefold) that I came up with after the fact, but the truth is, I quit because I thought, "hmm, what would happen if I quit?" and it turns out . . . nothing would happen if I quit.

Since I really like starting new projects (and then forgetting about them), I thought I'd start a new blog. Plus, I was bored. ALSO. My old blog was over FOUR YEARS OLD. That's old! For the internet. I mean, if I had a four-year-old child, I wouldn't just quit it and leave it out in the woods somewhere to fend for itself. Probably. I know it's been less than a week since I "quit" blogging, but not blogging is seriously driving me crazy. Because, and I don't know if anyone remembers this, but a long, long time ago I told Abigail and Kat that the reason I blogged so much is because my mind is like a snake bite. And writing is like sucking out the poison (words). I don't know. It makes a lot more sense in my head.

I'm not doing that crazy thing where I try to blog every day anymore, because what the hell was I thinking? My blog-quitting coincided with reading Bird by Bird, which sort of smacked me on the head a bunch of times and said "WRITE, DAMMIT, WRITE," and so I've been making myself write at least 300 words a day. Like in story form, not just the same word 300 times. Although, if I did write the same word over and over 300 times, I'd probably pick "douchebag." But blogging does not count toward 300 words. It's way easy to write a 300 word blog, because I don't have to worry about it making sense, but 300 words of a story takes a hell of a lot longer. And requires more concentration. But I've been enforcing this 300-word rule for a few days now, and it's going pretty well. I've even been writing over 300 words. Hopefully, I can stick with it. After all, one day I'd like to have more than just How To articles published.

So, yes. I'm a big liar, but at least I'm not a quitter. I could never quit you guys, anyway. Stuff keeps happening and I'm all, "must . . . tell . . . Internets." Plus, I'm going to this wedding on Saturday and there's going to be a hot dog bar and a popcorn machine and a band wearing cheerleader uniforms and let's face it, there are going to be stories. LEGENDARY stories. And I don't think I would ever forgive myself if I didn't tell everyone I know about the magic of this hot dog bar.