Third Time Is a Charm… Maybe

Third Time Is a Charm… Maybe · 28 September 2024

Third time’s a charm. Or so they say.

I have tried writing this week’s blog post a few times. Well, this is the third. I think. Which is, of course, how I got the title. Third time is a charm. Maybe. Hopefully. Please be the charm.

At any rate.

There are certainly times when I have a stinker of a blog post. I know because some of my faithful readers and friends have told me so. Actually, they seem to tease me when they (the blog posts) are not so smelly and never say a word when they are. So maybe I have written a bunch of stinkers lately. Hmm.

Then there are times when I have lots of things to write, but not a one of them is for my blog. Book ideas. Poems. Song lyrics. Thankfully, one of my recent poems was also a blog post. Which I enjoyed writing. And I thought was okay too. Of course, I took the idea from William. William Shakespeare, that is. And I took the rhythm or meter as well. But the notions were all mine.

When I am in those times when the creative juices are flowing toward other projects, I try to just write and write and write. On those specific projects. Then, life or my blog gets in the way. Which is actually a good thing. Getting away from a project for a short time can bring freshness to the projects when I get back to them. Or the time away can make me forget where I was going with the story. Which means that I need to read some of it. Which means that I often wonder where I was going with it. Ah well.

The other times that I am kept away from my blogging is when I have things going on in my life that I need to write about in private. Yes. That means that I keep a journal. (I had actually written that I journal, but I am not keen on verbing nouns or nouning verbs. Which is a completely different story.) These journal entries sometimes make it to my blog, but usually, they are private thoughts that will never be seen by anybody but me. Unless, of course, I become posthumously famous and somebody actually decides that a dead man’s journal is a treasure trove. Like that will ever happen.

At any rate.

It is obvious that I like to write. My blog and my Amazon page are proof that I have clogged up cyberspace with my writing. Whether it is any good or not. Which is really the point. I just write and write and write. And publish and publish and publish. Whether anybody ever reads or not.

Well, that is about it. This is the third piece I have written this week for my blog. And maybe one of them is acceptable enough to post. So maybe, hopefully, the third time really has been a charm.

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