It’s a funny thing, trying to keep onesself blogging out of sheer will.
I mostly fail, but I am going with the idea that if it becomes a habit, I will continue without fail.
I tend to psych myself out, because I know that this blog used to be enjoyable for some of you to read; that I have at times beeen insightful, funny, or moving. And in my mind, that all falls squarely in the past. I am convinced that it was some fluke brought on accidentally, and now that I am trying to live up to those expectations, I will fail.
Because that’s what I do. I fail. I start with a mountain of potential and end in epic fail. The only thing I don’t fail at is failing.
Oh, the self-pity is rather piteous, isn’t it?
Boo hoo hoo.