This blog, you may have noticed, has hit a dry spell. I can blame it on trying to train for the Boilermaker 15K or on Finish That Novel May or, today for example, on the headaches with which I am occasionally plagued. But it may just be me. Operator error, as it were.
I have completed four years of writing this silly blog, and I have not missed a day (except for once when the electricity went out and I posted late) (and occasionally when I have typed in my posts early and set WordPress to publish them at the proper time, although I don’t think that counts as missing a day). Every writer hits a dry spell. Oh well, I suppose some do not, or else they lie about it. And I’m sure many non-writers feel that dry spells are just laziness or self-dramatization.
Where was I going with this? Ah yes, my dry spell. I’ve been eking things out with Pedestrian Posts, Running Commentary, and Posts About How I Can’t Write a Post Today. Many bloggers simply take a little time off. I’m afraid if I do that I will never start again. No loss to the blogosphere, you say? You could be right, although it is unkind to point that out. It would be a loss to me.
I like posting something every day, even if it is just a note to my readers telling them I do not have much to say. I will say thank you for reading. Writing a blog has made me a better writer and a more consistent writer. And it is very fun. I hope you’ll tune in tomorrow, when I will try NOT to have a Wrist to Forehead Sunday.