Blogger Hell Part 2

Continued from previous blog (no kidding?).....

Where does my time go? Seemingly two places. There is the Motorcycle Men Podcast that I am the creator/writer/researcher /editor and Host of and there is the TV time with the Mrs. We are currently sucked into about 6 shows, one of which we are binge watching. While the tube time might not be the best or most constructive way to use my time, it is time with the little woman and well, you can't go wrong with that.

The Podcast has been my baby for two and a half years at this point. My co-hosts (my brothers) and I do a studio show where the three of us get together and try to follow a script of topics for an hour and a half and we do this every two weeks. On the weeks in between, I usually do an interview show in my home studio via Skype with Authors, industry professionals, other bloggers, other podcasters, entertainers and whoever else is connected to motorcycles. And with 106 episodes under my belt, I have developed quite the following and quite the reputation among motorcycle Podcasters. So why give up that fame and invisible Podcast dollars?

Sugar waits for the ride home

It takes a lot of my time. Not really. I do have time, but I am avoiding it. I don't know why.  But, now that I have a job and I do sit at a picnic table with my Surface Pro 3, an internet connection, there is no reason that I cannot pursue this blog....or the other one I started.... or the book I haven't finished.

So while I split my commuting duties between my new Jeep Cherokee Trailhawk and my trusty 2003 Heritage, I have an hour to think about what I'm going to write about. No excuses this time.  None. Zero.

Will I follow through? Will I continue to tell stories about the road from two wheels? I will, frequency to be determined BUT will improve. You may see a change though, where I focus all of my writing towards motorcycling. This in an effort to boost Podcast ratings. Thanks for sticking with me.

Blogger Hell Part 1

When I first started this blog, I did it with the intention that I would "document" every ride I did or at least once a week. Be it on my motorcycle or on my bicycle, it would be a photo and text play-by-play of said adventures. In theory, this is quite possible. In practice I have discovered it's akin to herding cats.

Because I am plagued with a self-diagnosed case of ADHD (Attention Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder) and/or/in addition to a self-diagnosed case of Dyslexia, I have a difficult time focusing on any one thing for very long because there is something else I want to give my attention. The reality of the matter is I like to do so many things that I don't have time to do them all, but the real reality is that I have so overwhelmed myself with tasks, chores, projects, hobbies, activities, travel, writing, music, exercise and "fill-in-the-blank" that I can't direct my attention to any one thing for any length of time. That being said, the final reality is that it has turned into "pencils down" on everything, just about.

Lunch.  This is not my best lunch face.

Not long ago I was unemployed for 6 months, but at the end of that 6 months I did find work and for the next 6 months, then I was employed again, (Note to employers: If you don't have enough work to keep your people busy, do not hire more). Fortunately, I am working again, full time, an hour from home. So what does this mean?  Well... let's take a look.

Through 7 months of unemployment, I accomplished very little though I was home 99% of the time. Oh sure I worked around the house, looked for jobs, scoured the internet for work, did 4 audiobooks and a host of other domestic duties. Did I write? Very little. I rode a bit... okay a lot. But did I Blog about it? No. Why? Well, the best answer I can give is the failure to drum up the inspiration to do so. Was I too depressed? Well, no, just not into it. I made attempts but they all fell short of completion. I call to your attention the tale of the Shelter Logic Motorcycle Shelter I was constructing in the last couple of blogs. I never did finish that story. Even though I said to myself time after time, I must write, I must write. That phrase eventually turned into "Meh".

.... to be continued.