Back on the horse
Every night it seems, as soon as I’ve laid my head down and started to drift, a thought runs through my head: “I didn’t blog today.” I had plenty of reasons, sure–work, writing, some editing on the side, house chores, that one really addictive internet site–but the guilt that inevitably forces its way through all those excuses. I didn’t blog. I should have blogged. If I don’t start blogging again soon, I am a terrible writer. Worse, it means I am following none of my New Year’s Resolutions.
I’ve already said I don’t like blogging. The more I blog, the more likely it is you all will realize I barely know what I’m doing. The more likely it is that I will say something incredibly stupid. Or offensive. Or maybe incite some sort of riot. About serial commas, maybe.But–damnit–it’s not really doing any of us any favors, is it?
So here we go: I have things planned. Let’s hope this is the start of good things, and maybe also me eating better and not skipping the gym, and also worrying less. Even if I don’t, rest assured, there will be blogs…