No, it's not.
I thought about this long and hard.
No, I didn't.
I'm just ready to do anything that will get me writing in at least a longish form more often, because my non-work creative life is out of balance, and by "out of balance" I mean "barely happening".
Sure, I've been publishing a poem every single day this year, but I haven't been publishing nearly as many complete sentences and paragraphs as I would like to. I sit down with the intent to write paragraphs, but then my attention span runs away with YouTube videos and my cats and work and reading about Texas and pretty much anything else you can imagine me doing.
And now I am doing that thing that I find so detestable in other bloggers: I am blogging about how I haven't been blogging. Someone needs to take my internet away.
INTERNET, I'M ANGSTY.
I guess we all fall short of our own expectations
I think this is what it takes to free up the really tight bind I've put myself in creatively. I want everything to be great, and I want everything to be great all the time, and everything can't be great all the time. I know this. I know this. And yet. So, here is a terrible blog entry with terrible photos based on terrible feelings. It feels kind of good. It also feels kind of terrible.
I'm not even going to promise that my entry tomorrow won't be terrible. Who needs the pressure?
TWENTY-NINE MORE DAYS OF THIS, PEOPLE.
I think with a start like this, it can only get better.