On Being Remiss
A year ago, you’d rarely find me not blogging on a weekday (I always took weekends off). A few years ago you’d NEVER find me missing a day. But I’m starting to neglect my little space on the world-wide interweb.
It’s not laziness because I’ve still got the alotted time each day to post something. I think the problem is that I can’t think of what to write. I’m not cocky enough to say I have writer’s block (in no way would I consider myself a writer).
Perhaps I’m just lacking inspiration. Or there isn’t enough going on in my life to warranty writing? But that never stopped me before. I would just ramble about anything.
Then again, that’s exactly what I’m doing right now…rambling. So maybe nothing has changed (except the decrease of my hairline and the increase in my waistline.
*Hoping it would inspire me, the photo above was one I took about the time I started this blog 5 years ago.
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Maybe you are just too happy? He he. I think you need to challenge yourself with a class or something. Some reason to get out and find things to bitch about?
At least if more people responded I know it would motivate you.
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How funny Randy – I didn’t see your comment until I went to put mine up which is …. Karl, maybe you don’t have enough problems! You’re too content and therefore have less to say. But I’m sure you can find something to kvetch about. 😉
I blame it on the scooter, riding the T every day provides countless things to complain/comment on.
I ended my blog for much the same reason. I found that when I did have blogworthy thoughts, they were forgotten by the time I got to the computer. I’m thinking of starting another one, based on things that happen to me. I’ll just embellish a bit, or a lot.
Well… I know it sucks when people do not leave feedback. It is one of the greatest benefits to blogging – the immediate (or nearly immediate) gratification of The Feedback. I’ve been bad about that, and I am sorry. <3 Please keep blogging. It doesn’t matter if you hit it every day or not… but your absence is felt. Love you.