Confessions of a Bad Blogger

I have a confession to make.

I have been a woefully bad blogger. My Google Reader confirms to me that some of you are writing approximately 7 posts per hour, and I've barely written 1 a week. It's dreadful. It's not that I haven't been here before either - I know what I'm supposed to do. I'm supposed to be witty and entertaining, humourous and self-deprecating, charming and welcoming. Instead, I'm sitting here glaring at the laptop, whilst it taunts me for not writing something.

In my defence, I've not felt very well this week, but that's not really going to cut it, now is it? Some of you have 7 children, 3 jobs and decorate your houses once every 3 days, and I can't imagine you're going to have any sympathy with that. It's not even as if I've run out of ideas, I'm constantly thinking about things I'm going to write about. But you know what it's like when you haven't done your home work, and you get more and more frightened to look at your book, because if you don't think about it, it's not real? That's what this has been like for the past 2 weeks.

But I've decided just to write something, anything, and then we can all start again, and pretend that I haven't been a woefully bad blogger. In fact, on a positive note, I've even told the other half that I write a blog now so I don't have to skulk around waiting for him to go and have a smoke whilst I type at a furious pace. He's even read it, and seems to approve, so that's all good too. I don't think for a moment that it will change the way I write which was one of my biggest fears, so there's nothing holding me back now.

In fact I've got a whole new series of posts planned - in the next few weeks you can look forward to:-

Manchester United and the Champions League - A Winners Guide
Golf - A Detailed Explanation of the Stableford Scoring System
Juliette Binoche - Damn, She's Gorgeous

No, it won't change the way I write at all.