A Broken Record · 29 April 2017

A Vinyl LP Record
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It seems like I have been writing this a lot lately, but I do not know what I am doing on the internet.

I do not know what I am supposed to be writing. Today. This week. In fact, as I look at my computer screen, I see four starts for today’s blog. Four. Oops. Five, including this one. It makes me question my sanity. And makes me wonder if my wife is right. If I ought to worry less about getting something out there on the interweb and put more quality out there. Which also makes my friend and faithful reader, Marc, right. I ought to concentrate on trying to attain the status of mediocre, as my moniker suggests.

Of course, it does not really matter that much. There is lots of junk on the internet, adding my little less-than-mediocre musings each week is not going to make much difference. After all, it is not like my blogging is adding to landfills or growing the plastic islands in the oceans. At least not directly.

So what does a writer write when he does not know what to write about? Today, I am going to write about the things that I started to write.

I wanted to write a nice tribute to my wife for her special birthday. That did not work out so well. After all, she told me I need to get her approval when I write about her anymore. Signed and in triplicate. That was not going to happen when I started writing this the day before I publish it.

I also wanted to write about coaching the track and field throwing events (shot, discus, and javelin), but could not quite get the story right yet.

I was thinking about making up an excuse for my subpar blogging by pointing out that I am working on other writing projects, but that meant I had to point out my other writing projects and I am not ready to do that yet either.

I also worked on a piece that I have a conundrum about its release date. (But that is another story.)

So instead of finishing any of those four ideas, I just wrote this. I know. Not much to it. Not really any substance at all. Not even much of a broken record. Except to say that I do not really know what I am doing still blogging after all these years. Still crazy. Still less than mediocre.

Ah well. At least I am not adding to the landfills. I am just clogging up the internet. And I am still wondering what I am doing with my writing on the internet.

© 2017 Michael T. Miyoshi

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