Over the past few months, I’ve started a couple of draft posts that haven’t gone anywhere useful. The first one was just some stupid monologue about running that was so full of narcissistic bullshit that I almost puked when I read it back to myself. I’m honestly not sure what filters were missing that day to even allow such idiocy, but I’ve safely banished it to the dustbin. The other post was little more than a title, but it too is now lost to the void.
What I have realized is that I’d moved beyond simply failing to blog into the realm of being ashamed that I was neglecting what little I had going here. This shame of course has very little to do with the judgement of my imaginary readership, being more about my doubtful ability to sustain any kind of meaningful presence here. [Crap that sounds like self-important bullshit]
Anyway, I am going to try to start blogging a bit more. April is going to be a bit dicey, as I will be participating in Camp NaNoWriMo. I managed to write a 50,000 word draft during NaNoWriMo last year and now I am going to write a sequel. Ignore for now the fact that I haven’t even finished revisions on the first book. The long and short is that I won’t have much time for blogging, but I’ll squeeze it in when I have something to say.
So there. I’ve written a short little post to get the wheels turning again. I formally apologize to anyone that actually missed my babbling (not that I expect anyone to have missed me). Now I’m off to get some sleep and get ready to for a busy month.