What Up

I’ve been bereft of ideas for posts on this site for some time. You’ve likely noticed.

Oh, I’m still writing. For my sins.

But the blogging… even just thinking about what to post about, I’ve felt… unworthy. Questions I thought I’d answered in the early days of this writing gig and blog were pulling at my sleeve again:

— Who am I to brag and boast?

— What the hell do I know?

— Why am I blogging?

The answer to the first two are kinda covered by No more than some, much less than most but the last is a tricky one.

I’m still getting ideas of what to write about, but when I sit down and stare at the blank screen – hey, I’ve uninstalled all the Call of Duty games from the harddrive (having played them through to the end, of course) – I finish the first sentence or paragraph, and the whole post I had in my head becomes too much hard work to get down.

The blogging is no longer the escape it used to be. I confess: writing is no longer the joyous experience of discovery that it used to be. Actually: it was rarely ‘joyous’ nor illuminating in that ‘discovery’ kind of way.

Writing is hard work, always has been, and it’s what I do.

I’ve taken enough time-outs. You deserve better than abrupt radio silences.

So let’s meet half-way: my (once-)weekly posting will now be monthly, maybe, gods permitting, even more than once a month.

But let’s start with what’s achievable, rather than being aspirational and all that.

Let’s try that, yes?