Sometimes, and today is definitely one of those times, I just sit in front of the computer, and wonder what to write?

It doesn’t take too long for the next logical question to arise: Why to write at all?

The answer is sitting pretty, right in front of my eyes. I try to pretend that I can’t see it. It just smiles and does nothing. It knows that sooner or later I will have to acknowlege it’s presence. When I do that, it can have all the fun it wishes to have with me.

So, I acknowledge the answer.  I have to write because I started this blog. Did I need one? Did I have a plan for it in my mind?  No, absolutely not!

I started it simply because I saw so many others, around me, doing the same. Of course, writing was something I loved to do, and something I still love to do, and something that I hope I will continue to love to do as long as I am alive.

And, yet, writing has become a chore.

What do you do when someone you love starts to seem like a nag? You either choose the easy way out and walk away, or you decide to take the more tortuous path of trying to make things right again. I think the same applies to things too.

If writing has become a chore, I can choose to stop writing and do the other things that I do, or hope to do  in the future. I could even take up a new hobby or a new activity. It would all be so easy. But, then, I would never feel the joy that I have felt every time I have finished a piece of writing. Nothing, in this world, can replace that feeling.

So, I choose to stay on and keep writing, and, when it becomes a chore, I will try and find newer ways to fall back in love with what I have always loved.

Do you ever feel that writing a blog post has become a task, that has to be  completed? How do you deal with the boredom that accompanies blogging?