…we all had things to say on our blogs?
I was hanging socks on the bathtub drying rack, thinking about blogging. Blogging, writing, food, squirrels and goodness knows what else. I thought about how I felt my blogging was growing stagnant and how I’ve not really done much in the way of opinionated, interesting or provoking posts lately. (Except for that one I did a month or so ago that got someone all freaky. That was amusing.) As I thought more about it, pegging underpants as I went, I entertained the belief that I was going dull and soft in my increasing online maturity.
I found some pdfs I made of my first blog, the Polywogg blog, from 2003. Turns out, I did have things to say there, but those poignant posts were still sandwiched between entries about head colds, penises and pickles, and pictures of me shoving Christmas lights up my nose. I guess it’s still the same old me, but I must be getting bored with myself lately. It’s not that I don’t have anything to say, I just don’t seem to be saying it. If I don’t start tapping into it, I fear the kind of writer I might become…
So I think a belated New Year’s resolution is in order. Call it my birthday present to myself. Blog more. Write like I mean it. Read more.
But first, I need some dinner.