Carrie didn't appear to be working hard...

Whew, who would have thought blogging was such hard work! I Guess writing is like anything else, it takes practice and I am thinking that like anything else, the more you do it the faster you get.

So far, my average time for posting a article is 2 hours. Yes, two hours, not including the percolating time when the little goober is rolling around in my mind being formed.

Now, part of the challenge is , like I told ya before, taking 38 pages of notes and condensing it into something readers can read between the time your boss heads to the restroom or coffee bar to the time your boss trails back into the room and ya gotta get back to work.

Another part of the challenge is my typing. Yes, I type approximately one-half a word a minute. I'm not a two fingered typist, I'm more like a one thumb and four fingers typist. I envy people like my little sister who types about 6000 words a minute. She's so fast you don't even see her fingers when she types, they are just a blur. There is no way I can IM with her, she just ends up on the floor in fits of laughter wondering what I'm trying to say one syllable per screen.

I'm not that good at it because I haven't spent that much time typing, which leads us to the other part of this challenge - I'm spending a lot more time at the computer and I think I'm developing typist's elbow and mouser's shoulder and blogger's butt. Don't laugh! I'm not used to sitting at the computer this much- my butt is achy!

Then there is the whole editing thing, where I gotta go back and correct the spelling and insert jucier words and change the order of sentences and rewrite that whole paragraph and that takes some time. Besides the fact that I don't want to post a bunch of stuff that doesn't make you want to visit this blog again. I want to post stuff that makes you think, smile, re-read and comment. I want you to be glad you took a few minutes of your bosses time to take a peek.

So, I wish I was like the mythical Carrie Bradshaw. In one hours time she could shop for shoes, share revelations with her girlfriends over a meal, change clothes about 30 times, have time for coffee, hit some cool nightclub, drink 27 cosmopolitans, smoke a full pack of cigarettes, talk to Mr. Big on the phone, have a date with some new guy she just met, and write an incredible article for her paper and actually make the deadline! Now, we never really got to read any of her articles, but I'm assumimg they were incredible or why would they put her picture on the side of that bus?

I'm not there yet, but I've heard that practice makes perfect, so I'm gonna keep practicing. I've actually started making drafts ( that's an article in it's embryonic stage) and saving them so I'm ahead an article or two. Then I can take a second or third read, and make sure they are mighty fine before I post.

Thanks for reading, and check back in a couple days, I've got a story about my brush with death just about ready to post.