B for Blog or B for Book??

I look around with great caution.. My ears are on high-alert mode for the sound of footsteps. There is nobody around yet I don’t dare to take a risk. With the book open on my lap, pretending to be engrossed in Tax, I quickly begin to type the thoughts that are flowing out of my head!! Unfortunately I don’t possess a Pensieve, unlike Albus Dumbledore, to store my less important thoughts and retrieve them later.
I wonder what to write about. This whole blogging business can be addictive. Even with no concrete topic, it makes you want to write. The question that repeatedly goes unanswered, pops in my head, ‘How did I not get into blogging earlier?’
Was it the unfinished diaries or the various letters that offered to contain my feelings? Was I afraid of my blog going unnoticed?
I have always enjoyed writing and been complimented by many on my writing style.
Thinking process continues…
The answer is obvious, isn’t it?? Myself!
What if I’m suffering from schizophrenia??? I have voices in my head to add to my ‘Confused Always’ state! Then there’s my guilt that refuses to take a break. It works for free and never fails. Even at this moment, I can hear it scream aloud for me to study!
Did I forget to mention? I have the dreaded CA finals nearing.. 😀 (for the fourth time!)
Says one voice “A blog can wait but you can’t afford to fail this time. You’re getting older and ‘unemployed’ will become your job profile!”
As cruel as ‘Fail’ sounds, that’s the ugly truth(talking of ‘Ugly Truth’, Gerard Butler is so *drool*)!! The report card highlights the word ‘FAIL’, sneers at me and reminds me of all the time I have lost so far.
On the other hand, a second voice comforts me “Continue blogging. Writing makes you happy, go ahead! Be happy!”
As I near the end, I know many who would want to tell me not to waste my study-time on blogs. But I also know that publishing my 6th post will make me feel good about myself!
So you know what? I’m going to suppress the negativity and listen to the positive voice.
Blogging may not earn me a single penny but the joy of writing is priceless. Do what you love, love what you do!!
Ok now I’ll attend to my guilt that’s deafening me with all the screaming!