I Don’t Blog

I’ve tried blogging before. People tell me all the time that I should should start a blog.

“You’re so great with words! You need a blog!” Blah blah.

Empty exclamations I’ve taken to heart in the past. And I have started blogs because of such suggestions. I’d either be really funny or really profound for a week before deciding, once again, that I hate blogging and I don’t blog.

But now that I’ve written a book, I’m told that I need to “publish new content consistently” in order to be taken seriously as an author. Apparently, that means I need to be a blogger.

So, welcome to my I Don’t Blog blog. Maybe I’ll end up proving the title wrong, but I doubt it.

Since I’m already breaking the rules by telling you that I’m a reluctant blogger and don’t believe in myself enough to keep it up, I’m also going to break the rules by not keeping this blog to one niche. I have things. Multiple things. I like books, and writing, and medicine, and foster kids, and SVU, and true crime. So, this blog will be multi-topical and the blog gods can cry about it.

I guess subscribe or something? Can you subscribe to this thing? I’ll try to figure that out. Maybe just sign up for my emails? I don’t know. If you do subscribe, there’s a good chance you won’t get too much spam mail from me because I’ll blog for a week, then forget all about this.

Hey, look! I figured it out! Subscribe for updates and unsubscribe when you get sick of me.

Pictured: Me staring longingly at my book and not blogging.