Internal Debate.

As I mentioned the other day, topics for compelling blog posts can be hard to come by at times.
  
Sometimes, I have so many posts pre-loaded into the system that I have to re-order them to insert one that has an expiration date for relevancy. There have been periods where I had two or three weeks worth of posts completed and waiting to drop at their scheduled time.
  
Other times I have to stretch to come up with a topic for the next day's post. Sometimes I don't even make that deadline. I just don't have anything to say or don't have the time to type something up. Injury and illness have been the only things that keep me from maintaining the schedule for any length of time, but sometimes just figuring out what to write is a real struggle.
  
Right now is firmly the latter group, which brings up an interesting question- what if I just... don't? What if I just stop writing when I can't think of anything to write about?
 
I think this blog would probably cease to exist in short order, which probably wouldn't be a great loss to civilization. It might even make things better.
 
Writing is like getting on the trainer every morning. It takes a little while to get into the habit of doing, but if you do it long enough it becomes habit. Once it's habit, to not do it seems unusual. Hopefully with practice your skills improve and it becomes easier. As with riding, I suck at writing and have little chance of any improvement at this stage in the game.
 
So, again, why keep doing it?
 
I guess it's a combination of factors. It's a lot like the intramural ski racing league I ran for years. There are times when I really enjoy it. I feel like there are people that look forward to it (mostly hut-dwelling Micronesian fishermen and French porn-bots), and I don't want to let them down. However, like pretty much everything else in my life, it revolves around me. I'm in the habit of writing, so I keep doing it, just like people are in the habit of reading it, despite the complete lack of meaningful content it provides.
 
I do it because I do it.
 
One day I probably won't.
 
Simple as that. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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