I didn’t set out to avoid the blog-o-sphere for 10 days or a fortnight or whatever it’s been. I figured a few days to complete some grim family business, then it’s back in the saddle again. Turns out (for me, anyway) that blogging is similar to exercise: one gets into the habit, enjoys it while engaged, but if an interruption to the routine leads to other habits — like NOT exercising (or blogging), other activities take its place.
1. Here’s a partial list of achievements I managed while NOT blogging:
2. Completed my tax return.
3. Kept two overdue appointments with medical professionals, including the dentist, whom I’ve not seen for over a year. And I never floss.
4. Finished three books and start ed a fourth. (Reading, not writing!)
5. Reduced my tequila intake. Aah, well, not all outcomes can be positive.
6. Increased sexual activity. Yes, wiseass, with Guido, not alone.
7. Caught up on months of NY Times Book Reviews after lagging behind for over a year.
8. Slept better and longer. See (6).
9. Reintroduced myself to some of the cats, whom I’ve been ignoring. Not that they give a damn.
10. Did about 4 months’ worth of filing and cleaning out.
11. Worked on every plant in the house, under the carport, and on the back patio — that’s a forest-full — as well as a the usual ton of landscaping.
12. Picked up the bass guitar again.
So it becomes obvious that I need to strike a better balance between staying current on this irrelevant distraction I call a blog and the intrusive Real World in which survival takes place. I think this is called “gaining perspective.”
Besides, there are some real physical changes going on. My place of employment has switched over to a 4-day / 10-hour work week, which leaves less time during the week to focus on creative writing (I do not blog at work. That was part of the deal when I donned the yoke and assumed the position). I’m up too early in the morning, and I retire too early at night to generate the workload I was producing.
Also, I’m growing dissatisfied with both the content of my posts and the quality of their composition. To me they sound tired and played, and the prose isn’t as sharp and edgy as I know I’m capable of writing, especially when I look back and compare it to previous efforts. This is particularly painful when I glance back at the old abandoned blog (which still gets angry comments, over 2 years later — and not just from the eternally embittered High Bris).
This isn’t the end, but it is an adjustment. As Yogi counseled, “When you come to a fork in the road, take it.” Who’s still with me?