Aaaand it happened just like I thought, or "Category 2"

Whenever I start a new long-term-ish project, it goes one of two ways:

1. I keep at it over time, persevering in my interest because it is something that is important to me. After a period of steady work, I bring the project to its completion or have done it long enough that it's a permanent habit and thus likely to continue without having to browbeat myself into working on it. Ergo, a happy ending and all is smiles.
Notable projects in this category include: my three National Novel-Writing Month novels, the wall-hangings I've embroidered for my parents and myself, and our wedding scrapbook.

2. After a brief period of intense obsession with the project, during which I work on it CONSTANTLY, am always thinking of new things to do with it, fiddle with its appearance, etc. etc., my interest abruptly wanes and the project goes by the wayside, buried in the Idea Graveyard with all my other uncompleted projects. And my ability to not write run-on sentences. Apparently. Ahem.
Notable projects in this category include:...well, pretty much everything else.

My new blog? Would be under the number 2 category.

I suppose, unlike many of the people whose blogs I read, I have something of a lackluster life.

I don't have a fantastically exciting job (though the actual workload has ramped up a bit in the last month, though who doesn't have this happen occasionally?) or even the kind of job that generates interesting stories, since it mostly involves filing, data entry, and sitting in my office alone.

I lack children who say cute/funny/intelligent things or get into horrific/surprisingly funny/compassion-inducing situations (not that I'm complaining about the latter-- Munchausen-by-proxy-by-Internet is not my intention or desire!) or even normal, every-day children that I can gripe about because it's fun.

I don't have many friends in the area, and there's only so much one can write about people one doesn't physically interact with on a regular basis ("Dear Diary, today I posted a smiley-face on Lila's Facebook page, and she posted one back, just for me! Gee whillikers!"). Being something of a recluse, I don't really care to go out much and find new people either, both out of fear and sheer laziness.

I don't do particularly exciting activities like travel to exotic locales, rock-climb the Himalayas, do roadie-work for a touring local-famous band, sail the Seven Seas with just me and my trusty cat by my side, or the like. I have traveled a good bit, but I've already written about it plenty.

What I like to do is cook semi-exotic food, though I prefer using a recipe and can't really be bothered to make up my own very often, or take pretty pictures of what I do make.

I have a husband who is also cheap...ahem, thrifty like myself. He works an equally lackluster job, and we don't go out much. He also distrusts the public nature of the internet, and prefers not to have too many details about himself splashed across the web; it was all I could do to get the poor man to have a Facebook. *grin*

I like to read, though I don't really enjoy writing book reviews all that much.

I like to start (and occasionally finish) new art projects, though somehow I always forget to take pictures of the process, or our old and decrepit digital camera will need new batteries and GOD HELP US there won't be any in the house.

I like to go on the internet, but as the places I habituate are not particularly new or shocking (although some of the webcomics I read are not safe for work-- horrors!), there's not a whole lot of point in writing about them.

I like thinking about things, but many of these things are too intimate to share with the internet, and I'm already sharing the ones I'm comfortable discussing. Also, I have a problem with criticism, meaning I probably shouldn't be on the internet at all!

I like to make brave and idealistic declarations over how I will become a better person and change my life in a positive way and do all kinds of interesting things that will be good to remember when I'm old (and maybe possibly have the side effect of being fun to write about). Somehow most of these fall into Category 2 up there.

I am...a pretty normal person who does pretty normal things and is also really, REALLY lazy.

So I wanted to challenge myself by writing a blog to make it seem like that's not the case. And we all (and by "we all" I mean "I") see how that's going.

However...

Sometimes my projects in Category 2 enter a third category:

3. After a period of not working on the project, thinking about it, or even looking at it, all of a sudden I'll pick it up again, and realize, "Oh yeah, I really enjoyed doing this. Why'd I stop again?" Promptly I begin again and, more often than not, actually finish it. And thus, Category 2 enters Category 1 by way of Category 3. Or something like that. Math is not my strong suit.

Maybe it's not too late?