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A plan to blog more often

I am a prolific writer when I set my mind to it.
From 1977 to 1984, I had exchanged an unbroken chain of written letters (about half a dozen per year) with a childhood friend. I had similar, smaller chains with some of my other school friends.
I read a lot too. And don't me talking - I usually have a lot to say.
But trust me, I listen well too (when I shut up).

So, it's like all my life I was waiting for the blog' to get invented, but when that did happen, I seem to have run out of steam to take advantage of it.

I've thought about why that is and the answer is simple.
I'm a whole lot busier- especially since I'm bootstrapping my startup.

But there are those who should be busier than me, successfully blogging all the time.
How do they do it?

I don't know for sure, but I'm going to start doing the following:
1. Write short blogs, with anything that I can think of. Even a single line quote.
2. Start writing the moment I think of something to write about, and save it as a 'draft'.
3. It's ok to have several incomplete posts in my 'drafts' folder- I can finish them when I find the time and mood. So, the drafts serve as a reminder as well as an incentive to finish a thought.
4. I know, those of you who already do this must be snickering to yourself, "that's what a draft is supposed to be, dummy".

But I'll admit it, I always used to see 'drafts' as sequential, and the realization that I can use them in parallel and at random is very liberating!

Let's see how often I blog now with this new found wisdom!



[Originally posted on my personal blog at muralikd.blogspot.com, June 13, 2007]

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