Again

I should just start writing.

I’ve been meaning to start blogging again, as a way to hone my writing skills. I figure even without feedback, the act of writing itself should help. At the very least, I can read my own words and see if they turn out weird. I don’t lack the chance to type words onto a file, being a translator, but I rarely have the opportunity to write in my own voice. My self-imposed paternity leave was supposed to be the chance for me to work on my writing, to read, and to do chores around the apartment. Instead, aside from a couple translation cases, the only thing I’ve done that’s remotely productive is watching Stranger Thingsand 13 Reasons Why on Netflix. (Productive because at least I’m watching a story. Very remotely, I know.)

The problem with blogging is I don’t have anything worth blogging about that may be of interest to anyone other than myself. My life is occupied by my family, household chores, and work. (Yet despite the above, my son doesn’t listen, my apartment’s a mess, and I can barely pay the bills.) I waste whatever little free time I have left on iPhone games because its too scattered to be used for anything else. I don’t really have any personal interests at the moment, except for the eternal struggle to start exercising. I guess I could write about my kids…

Tony’s about to turn 3, and Mila just turned 0. I suppose there’s a lot to write there, but my focus is waning, so I’m gonna stop it here.

I don’t know how this helps my writing skills, but baby steps, right?