Redesign: Knowing When the Time is Right

So I’ve made a life-changing decision just now.


Not life-changing in the shave-my-head-get-a-pet-alligator-and-move-to-Brazil kind of way, but in the I-hope-this-has-some-sort-of-impact-on-my-life kind of way.


And I made this decision because I’ve noticed something:


My room is a mess.


This is odd because I’m normally a cleanly person. But because of my recent move back home for the summer, my room is more a storage closet and less of a place to sleep. I can’t handle the clutter. My brain is just…nope.


I think the clutter and the mess has clogged up my brain and caused it to malfunction, because I can’t seem to keep on track with what I want to accomplish. My environment is affecting my actions. But is my environment just my bedroom? No.


It’s also how I spend my time, which now seems to be mostly comprised of rushing. I’ve been racing around so much that blogging has become more of a chore than a pleasure. My work has suffered.


Lately, I’ve noticed a dramatic decrease in my number of views and rate at which I gain readers, and I’m attributing this to my lack of quality content.  I haven’t had the time to create really good writing or think of these rich ideas that spark other ideas in my readers. I haven’t been treating my readers fairly.


I got so caught up in trying to build a following faster, posting as much as I could to get the most views that I forgot what was really the point of this writing. My whole purpose when starting this blog was to talk about life with those who wanted to listen. I wanted to discuss how we go through life, what we think about, and how that affects the people we become. I wanted to discuss dreams, goals, and things that are funny or irritating. I wanted to talk about the things that are important.


This blog was supposed to be my outlet for my brain, not its destroyer. It’s time to redesign:


I’ve decided to blog only once a week.


This post is on a Monday, but starting next week, I will post every Friday. My topics and categories will still be the same, but hopefully the content will be less scatterbrained and more enjoyable for you all. Considering I should have more time to write and edit my posts, I’m looking forward to more posts  I’m proud of.


And with a little extra free time freed up, maybe I’ll clean up my room a little.


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Alright…cleaning’s done.

In addition to this redesign, I’ll also be experimenting with the layout and design of my blog a little more. So if you’re a consistent reader of mine, don’t be alarmed if you see a few changes (though feel free to shoot me a comment and let me know what you think).


So maybe this blogging thing wasn’t going as smoothly as I had first hoped, but I’m trying to be more adaptable to change. A little redesign never hurt as long as it’s for the right reasons and at the right time. Hopefully this change will leave us all a little happier.


The Mind of a Frazzled Future Author

Right now, there are about 44 unread novels collecting dust on my bookcase. On my nightstand there is a pile of The New Yorkers, one for each week since mid-February. Accompanying these are 70 “to-reads” on my Goodreads list and another 20 on my Barnes & Noble wishlist.

And I haven’t had time to read a single one.

Even now, I’m trying to scramble together some form of coherent thought while planning what outfit I’ll be wearing to this ceremony in an hour and a half.

Yet I somehow found the time to count all those books.

Anyway, lately it’s been feeling like I’m always racing, racing, racing. And all I can think about is how I want to go back to that time when I felt like the world couldn’t move fast enough, and I had ample time to relax, relax, relax.

But that’s not the way of life, is it?

Yet somehow authors are expected to be well-versed in all manner of books and genres. We need to be eloquent in our replies and have that sophisticated air about us that just reeks of cool collectedness.

But who has time for that when there is life to be lived?

But who has time for life when there are books to be read, worlds to be explored, and art to be created?

It seems to be a generally accepted rule in the writing world that the more a writer reads, the better a writer writes. Yet I would like to meet a writer who has time to juggle family life, personal life, and the writing life, who has mastered this balance so easily.

I would like to ask how they did it. I want to ask because I want to be them. I want to sleep all day and read novels and write novels and get lost in my head and attend fancy dinner parties with other like-minded artists and I want to live.

I want to be immersed in the kind of world only book characters have the pleasure to live in.

But I can’t. I can’t because I’m the writer and I create them. I create their perfect world and their perfect lives because I can’t but I need to. Somehow.

But who has time for that?

Not me.

Not now.

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