Doomed to Fail?

Turns out, blogging may not be the sure-fire solution to my compulsive nature as I had previously hoped. What have I been dreaming about? What will I say in my next blog? I ask you if this is normal? Little moments are there in my mind, building and rebuilding themselves over and over until I can finally sit down to jot them down, which hasn’t happened yet—I’m aiming for this afternoon. I’m going to assume this is a novice problem that will resolve itself once I’m not such a greeny-blogger. If not, then this idea is as doomed to fail as Brayden’s sad little scrapbook.