Of Blogs and Flogs

I wonder why, with so many interesting things happening around me and beyond, is it so difficult to sit down and just write about it. Anything. How does some people actually learn to organize their ideas and pour them effortlessly down in fluid writing? For me, most of the time, although I love to write, it feels like I rather volunteer for a good flogging than enjoying some nice blogging. Writer’s block? No, I don’t think so. It feels more like lack of will and motivation. Still, in the back of your mind, you know there is a blog waiting to be filled with some serious thoughts and experiences – not that those would ever come from me but I can hope, right? – and then guilt sets in, like you are forgetting to call your mom or something like that.
Then, to “facilitate” my blog life, I had the brilliant idea of creating another blog for my Spanish thoughts… Go figure. It seems that masochism is one of my personality treats.
More on this later? Perhaps…