Normally I blog during my breaks, reading other’s posts during my lunch, or on a break, or in the evening at home. I always wrote “fresh”, though. In my mind, it was “Think it, write it, publish it – immediately.”
But between the novel, the remodel at work, the “stay-cation” that OtherHalf’s been on, and various and sundry other reasons, I’ve been punching a different clock.
The “schedule” clock.
For about a week and a half, I’ve been writing my posts the night before, and scheduling them to post the following morning, while I’m busy with other things. And, there’s a reason for this.
I’ve noticed over the last year, that most of the people that I’ve met during blogging, are online/blogging/surfing/whatever, in the mid-morning and mid-afternoon hours. At least the ones that I read the most, post around that time. Sometimes one of my friends will post in the evening, and I find a new golden entry when I log on late at night. It’s like finding a cupcake you didn’t know was in the cupboard, complete with fluffy frosting and chocolate shavings.
And I nom it – with glee.
But there are times, like tonight, when I feel like a bit of an imposter. I’m writing this Thursday night, and it won’t be posted till Friday morning.
By then, my brain will be full of other bloggable things. Possibly funnier, thoughtfuler (yes, I just made that up, thanks), better bloggier things.
I should really come up with a Friday Filosophy post…
But, instead, it’s True Confessions. And I’m confessing that I’m pre-writing most of my thoughts these days, hoping that it’s something worthwhile, and hoping that you all like it.
I don’t know why I worry about this. I mean, after all, many of the bloggers that I read, write things over time, planning, typing, editing, polishing, shining. And I enjoy their posts immensely. So, what’s the deal?
The deal is, that I’ve never been much of a planner. I’m more of a “fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants” kind of gal. I wing it. Ask Sparrow. She’ll tell you that she’s the mastermind behind the planning of the picnics we’ve had. Actually, she’ll deny being organized, so I’ll tell you. She gets the place in the park reserved. She’s the one that usually brings the stuff that I forget completely. She won’t admit it, but she’s more organized than most people I know. My SparrowSis is amazing that way.
When I write, it’s all off the cuff. I don’t plan. I don’t outline. I’m having a terrible time organizing my thoughts for this upcoming Wicca 101 class I’m supposed to teach, because I dread the thought of putting a curriculum down on paper, and having it go awry, or miss something. And yet, I know that I need planning to make sure I get everything in there.
So, I’m working on time-management. That’s what this last week and a half has been about. Trying to come up with a workable schedule to try to fit in everything that I need to accomplish in the hours between “grr-morning” and “yaaawwwwn-bedtime”.