Thoughts in the USA

So, I did some thinking.

This blogging thing is fun and joy and all, and I am finally doing what many of you kept nagging me to do, for years.

- "It's a wonderful creative outlet", says the voice in my head.
- "It's NOT a waste of time!", echoes another.
- "It keeps your brain alert", beseeches a third voice.
- "It forces you to sharpen your English", chimes in the voice of reason (Hmm, I don't recognize the latter... must be a newcomer).

And I tend to not argue with those voices.
There are so many of them - and me, I am merely a shrinking (cobalt) violet.

And yet...

So, after more than a week without painting, after going through hoops deceiving myself that I need to recuperate from the 5-day ultra-intensive figure workshop (well, it really was intensive!), after avoiding eye-contact with my studio door, that kept staring at me with sad admonition, behind layers of cobwebs and dust of the neglected, I summoned myself for a serious conversation.
(From time to time, y'see, it feels good to exchange opinions with someone with your own intellectual and emotional level).

After lavishly wallowing in all the pros, the debate quickly arrived at the major cons:
1. It's addictive.
2. It's addictive.
3. It's quite addictive.

Plus, there is the devastating lack of feedback.
Most of you, readers, do not even bother to leave comments, or at least acknowledge the fact that you enjoy what I write; and yet, you keep creeping back, reading quietly without leaving a mark, like wetting a biscuit and eating it quick, so nobody hears your nibbling and asks for a bite.
(I said most of you...)

And still, I continue.

Why?

The first step, they say, is admitting you have a problem.

So, here goes:

My name is Nava, and I am a bloggoholic.

There, I said it.

Labels: Venting

# posted by Nava @ 5:00 PM