If you were to look at my planner–and yes, I still use an actual, paper planner–you’d see a lot more entries there than you would here. Like a lot of well-intentioned bloggers, I haven’t been keeping up with posting as much as I should. Sometimes I think that I’ll wait until such-and-such happens so I can report about it, or I’ll decide “rather than give a daily report on a shoot, I’ll wait until the project is finished,” and then I’m overwhelmed with where to start, and I put it off and eventually forget about it.
So I’m trying to commit to a daily schedule, where I can just get in the habit of summarizing the day right before I go to bed. Good, bad, or boring, I think it’s a great routine for me to start. It’ll be like a nightcap…unless, of course, I’ve already had too many nightcaps and can’t remember my log in credentials.
Generally, I try to do something creative every day, so the posts should still be relevant. And even if not, part of what I’ve been missing is the day-to-day stuff that we all struggle with: paying the bills, finding the time and ability to schedule as many auditions as possible, networking, social media, wondering if I should tell my OKCupid date that I’m too sick to meet up because I can’t afford a cup of coffee until Friday, all while trying to take care of yourself mentally, physically, and spiritually. It’s exhausting, and definitely worth writing about.
My favorite blogger, Ken Davenport, made a commitment to himself to blog every single day, and he is far busier than I am; he’s an incredibly successful Broadway producer who has kept that commitment for years, much to the delights of fans like myself. Me? I’m just an incredibly successful Broadway dreamer, so my excuses pale in comparison. He’s also the chap whose idea I
stole borrowed for crossing out text when I’m feeling witty. (He’s not English, in case you were wondering. I just felt like calling him a chap.)
So here’s to blogging a little bit every day. And yes, I’m raising a glass as I type.
Hopefully my next post won’t be weeks from now, starting with “The best laid plans…” (and if so, I blame Candy Crush)