Forgetting How To Blog
Monday November 14th 2005
I couldn't be more honest when I say that I think about blogging every day. I know, it may not appear so if you're a regular visitor to this site, but it's so true. Problem is, I'm hardly ever online, and when I am it's because of school work, so the times for pure blogging are painfully limited.
As proof of the infrequency with which I'm online, take my Google Mail inbox as an example. I'm always one for an organized inbox, but you wouldn't believe me from the FOURTY THREE discussions waiting to be dealt with. I've at least had the time to read them all, but they're actually in there because I'd like to respond to them, or do something with them (other than file them blindly away). Now if that isn't a crippling thought to my blogging creativity, I don't know what is.
Still, this post is what I've feared most: a lament of time's scarcity and a begging of forgiveness and understanding. Neither of those do my reader any good, my conscious any good, or just the value of my content in general. What's a blog if it's riddled with "sorry" and "I promise, I'll be better next time"? If I were dating my blog, I probably would have dumped her long ago.
...I'm kidding blog, I do love you, really! I promise, I'll be better next time, ok? Do you forgive me?...