Going cold turkey

Obsession is a tricky thing to control isn’t it? I find it easy to become totally absorbed in things to the point of having to drag myself away for my own health.

Writing & Blogging is an obsession.

Whenever I haven’t got anything specific to be thinking about, such as work or family, it is on my mind. My friends run a book to gamble on how far we will be into a conversation before I will find some ropey tenuous link to mention my blog.

“…and then we are all going to go to the pub to watch the England game, its going to be a right laugh, Jonsey’s bringing one of those Vuvuselas and Danny is bringing a massive flag. We are going to the curry house afterwards as well – beef Vindaloo’s all round yeah?”

“Sounds good – hey beef Vindaloo? I wrote about cows on my blog yesterday!”

Something like that!

I’m aware that I do this and am fighting it, but the urge to mention it at every opportunity is so strong. The urge to sit and do some writing in every gap during the day is strong too.

When I’m not actually writing for this blog then I’m doing the blogging side of blogging; reading, commenting and stuff like that. In fact I only read a handful of blogs, I can’t be bothered to trawl the Internet looking to find new followers (as is evident) so I really do only wind up reading blogs that I actually like – which is a result. Like them or not, time still has to be put aside for reading them. When I’m not doing that then once a month I have a week where it all gets a bit hectic with the Real Bloggers United. First of all getting my own post written takes time and then sitting going through the submissions and checking through them takes ages. This isn’t a complaint either – I was happy to volunteer for the job and don’t mind doing it at all. It’s just that it takes time. Then I’m trying to post on Writers Rising too. Last but not least there is the small matter of ‘Vampire Wizards with mythical tattoos’ needing to get written.

Somewhere, in the middle of all this, there is a certain person who doesn’t particularly like blogging, nor understands the urge to write, who would like some of that spare time of mine to be spent on her. She deserves to get it as well (what has she done that’s so bad? I hear you ask). Of course I have to balance in family time too, quite right.

I’m aware that I’m not the only person out there working this balance – I’m speaking on our behalf here.

In order to cover up my blogging obsession (after several heated debates on the amount of time spent on the computer) I have taken to inventing other things that I could be doing up here. So when asked what I was doing on the computer for so long, I’ll find different things to say that I was doing.

“Oh I was just on Facebook..”

“Oh I was just watching Bukake porn…”

“Oh I was just emailing our bank details to that Nigerian Prince I told you about with the urgent need to move money out of his country without paying tax…”

“Oh I was just instant messaging that woman from the 40 and desperate singles club again…”

Anything but admit to blogging.

So please forgive me if my posting is a little erratic, I am no longer forcing myself to post every day, or even on specific days. Forgive me too if I fall a little behind on my reading, I’ll catch up eventually. I’m can handle this, I can post if I want to, I can give up anytime I like – honestly.

Life, strife, kids & wife all have to come first. I have to make an effort to remember that.

Barbara – please – I beg you, NEVER EVER Google Bukake.

No I mean it – don’t.

Especially not on Google Images.

Or video.

It means ‘Nice people sitting around chatting and playing Trivial Pursuit while occasionally indulging in some very light petting.’

Honestly.

Mum, that goes for you too.