I have become horrible at blogging.
Or at the very least, grossly negligent.
Honestly, life has kind of swept me up and away from the keyboard. I don't think that is a bad thing either. Generally, I think it's good to be out places, doing things, interacting with people, yadda yadda, as opposed to staring at a computer screen. It has some bad aspects, though. Writing focuses my thoughts. I also think that it keeps my mind sharp. I write every day for work, but that's a different kind of writing. Rare is the day where I get to put a bit of myself or even a slice of creativity into a summons and complaint or an affidavit.
I'm going to make an honest effort to take some time every week to write something, even if it's just for my own edification. I should be able to do it with some minor sacrifices. I'm going to have to trim my reading time down a bit. I decided to not get TV service in my new apartment for as long as humanly possible (I have a TV, a big one actually, but I just use it to watch DVDs... no broadcast or cable service), so I spend a lot of time reading. It's working out pretty well so far. I figure that taking some of that free time and diverting it from reading/listening to music to writing isn't a bad idea. I guess it all depends on what I produce...
2 comments:
There's so much to blog about. Right? Even if you just wrap & comment on a bunch of blogs that I don't read regularly but should.
For starters buy Capital's Autumnal Fire. Consume and comment.
(PS I use RSS Feeds, so you need not worry that I am always updated on your blog, even after the dry spells.)
Nicholas A.
I haven't even been keeping up with reading other blogs, let alone writing my own shit. It's amazing how much more free time I had in law school, which was supposed to be this soul-sucking, time-consuming Bataan death march. Turns out it was a walk in the park.
I am very familiar with Autumnal Fire. AF and I have spent many long evenings together and a very early mornings reliving things I ate that day. I'm eagerly awaiting the Spring return of its cousin, the Blonde Doppelbock. That shit'll fuck you up.
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