Mario Villalobos

The Difficulties of Blogging

Finding something new or relevant or interesting to write about on a daily basis is difficult, and it’s a curse I have to bear for at least five more months. Recently, I’ve been reading many of my old journal entries from around 5-6 years ago, as well as the entries for this blog from the past few months, and I’ve found myself bored as I’ve read through them. It doesn’t help that I’m not writing a story with my journals; they are just journals after all. They’re not meant to be read as a story except in the most personal sense, to see my progression or lack thereof as a person, and to see all the obstacles I’ve overcome and those that I didn’t. I don’t want to release bad material, but I also have to adjust my expectations for what I’m doing.

I’m not writing a specialized blog, like a productivity blog or a gadget blog. My name is the title because I’m writing about myself. I’m writing about the progress I’m making on whatever journey it is I’m on, about my thoughts on random things, about my yearnings and desires and wishes for everything else. This isn’t a reaction to anyone or anything. For all I know, nobody reads my blog. I’m writing about this for myself because sometimes I don’t know what to write about, and I need to write something to see what it is I’m thinking.

I want to improve. If anything, that’s the biggest theme for my blog. I want to be a better writer, and I want to have a physically fit body, and I above all right now, I want to be a much better reader. Part of all of this should be trying to be a better blogger. I don’t know what that means. I’ve been kicking around the idea of creating an editorial calendar, where I plan out a week or more worth of topics to write about. I don’t know if that works for the type of personal writing I’m doing. The thing about ideas, though, is that they evolve, and that’s what I’m hoping for with that idea. I also planned to write reviews for many of the apps I used, but that’s turning out to be more difficult than I imagined. I’m having difficulty making time for it.

I’m also thinking about the last day of my 365 day journey. What am I going to do after? I know I’m going to keep my blog because of how important it’s become in my life. I don’t think I’m going to continue writing in it daily like I am now. I will miss it, though. Forcing myself to write something somewhat meaningful to me is very tough, especially when I write so much already. But I love writing a friggin’ lot. After 470+ words, I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t know what I’m doing or what I’ll be doing tomorrow let alone the future. That sounds about right to me.