I set myself up for failure with the naming of this blog. Josie & George implies a certain level of exposure for George and yet he rarely makes a mention. Instead it’s mostly “Josie & more Josie”, which feels incredibly self-consumed (read all about what happened to me today…) and throws me into a tailspin of self-doubt (WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO READ ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TO ME TODAY?) which then manifests itself into radio silence for a couple of weeks (cue writer’s block and existential crisis).
The answer, of course, would seem to be to supplement the blog with the other party sharing the billboard: George. The problem? Well, it’s three-fold:
- George is not photogenic. 9 times out of 10 he comes out as an inky blob. Anything more than that can be attributed to sheer luck and no talent on my part.
- George is boring. Even when he’s at his most interesting, he’s never really that interesting.
- I’d be blogging regularly about my cat. Which is fine, in theory, except for it’s not.
However lately I’ve been getting a lot more, “Who’s George?” Or even worse – “So is George your boyfriend?” (Folks, it gets awkward explaining that one.)
So I’m going to try to find a balance – enough George so that you know who George is (yes, my cat) – but not SO much George that I am the cat lady.
…Although now I realize I’ve just written a sort of frame post (a cat post about cat posts), which makes me want to slam my head into my keyboard in defeat.