All the Unread Bloggers

Hello, self. I'm pretty sure all the views of my blogspot are my own, since I didn't mention to my loyal family that I was doing this. No efforts have been made to publicize, and sure enough... low views, no comments. I am the Eleanor Rigby of bloggers. (Cue the orchestra)

"Old Greta Julvarn, just finished writing
A blog that nobody will read.
There is no need
At her computer, searching for words
While her house becomes more of a wreck.
Who gives a heck?

All the unread bloggers
Where do they all come from?
All the unread bloggers
Where do their posts belong?

Ah, look at all the unread bloggers
Ah, look at all the unread bloggers..."

But for me, this is not a problem. Seriously. I have written much, and finished nothing. I've started over 100 books, and brainstormed at least twice that many. There are also numerous half-baked screenplays, unsung parody songs, short stories; and absolutely nothing is close to finished. So far my best progress on a book is most of a chapter, and a few chunks of other chapters. Nothing is consistent and there is never, ever closure.

I desperately need closure. I need the discipline to finish writing something every day. It needs to be done before I wander off to start (and not finish) something else. That's why I'm here blogging for an audience of none. The fact that I've finished and posted 5 blogs in 5 days is monumental, stupendous progress. I'm achieving the sweet, sweet closure that has always eluded me.

Sincere thanks to Google for providing me with these facilities. Basically, this blogspot is my daily workout as I prepare myself to write for an audience. All for free, too! I'm not ready for prime time now, but by the time I post 100 of these beasties I should have a clue about what I'm capable of, and where I can go with this. 

So I'll join with myself to proudly say, "This completes today's blog."