A month ago, I set out to blog once a week. By accident, I set out with a theme of titling each blog with the next letter of the alphabet, and this week is no different. Picking what the word for E was going to be, that was the hard part.
My first choice was e-reader. Earlier this year, when my Kindle started growing long in the tooth, I decided it was time to finish my separation from an Amazon centric world and bought a Kobo. Of the Kobo, let me say, I love it. I like the independence from the Amazon ecosystem, but more so, the builtin integration to browse both my local library and my Pocket collection. There are some rough bits around the edges, but all in all I like the device.
The problem with that theme is that I’ve been slipping back into physical books of late. It seemed disingenuous to talk about e-readers when the last three books I’ve read, and the book I’m currently reading, are all paper books.
To say e-book was out goes without say.
So I floundered, looking for a topic for this week. I was late at the start – through a series of (unusual for me) circumstances, I woke up extremely late yesterday (Saturday) morning. So late that I had already missed my self imposed deadline for having a new blog post.
I did what any self respecting writer with a themed topic would do, especially when that theme was simply titling each post with the next letter of the alphabet.
I turned to the dictionary.
But not at first. First I turned to the thesaurus, sure that it would have an appropriate synonym for words like procrastinate or delayed or even just put off. Luck was not with me, or my yellowed Rogett’s was just too geared for younger students. So I turned to my two volume, 1976 dictionary set, and started paging through the E listing. I knew e-books and e-readers, and anything e-centric, wouldn’t do. I had a few contenders, fingers holding my place as I leafed, when I realized what the root of the problem was.
I haven’t been blogging consistently the last year or so. I have my rational, and I’ve talked about it before, but I am trying to make up for that. Writers write, as they say, and how can I be a writer if I never write? And while the blog isn’t fiction, and isn’t even decent small town editorial quality, it is something I can point at. But of late, I’d become rather erratic in my posting.
And that’s how we got here today, folks, with E is for Erratic. I can’t promise it won’t happen again – it might even happen next week. But if it does, I’ll just point at this post with an apologetic smile and point out that I admitted early on these were going to be erratic at times.