Falling Off The Wagon

It doesn’t really matter how regularly I write for this blog, other than my own stupid pride. It’s a competition with myself. So whenever I lapse in my blogging routine, I feel guilty that I’m not holding up my end of the bargain.

The bargain with myself.

I know, it doesn’t make a whole lot of sense.

One day skipping the routine, and it becomes harder to go back to it the next day. Then another day passes. Next thing I know, it’s been nearly two weeks since I’ve written anything.

It’s not like I’ve been super-busy, out late every night. Sure, there have been days in the last couple of weeks where I’d work late, or April and I had somewhere to be in the evening, or family was visiting. Let’s face it, though, there’s time in the day. There are moments to steal to jot down a few thoughts, something reasonably coherent. It’s not like I’m on a deadline with an editor, and I have to fill a certain word count or column length. This ain’t the New York Times.

July has 31 days, and I posted 30 times. That’s pretty good. I can certainly live with that. But here we are, August 13th, and this is only the 2nd post of the month for me. That needs to change. There’s still time left in August to approach 31 posts for the month, which keeps me on track (for the month) with the Post A Day challenge.

I’m back on it now.


  1. I’ve fallen off the blogging wagon lots of times. It hurts. 😦 My life gets so busy sometimes that I forget that I even have a blog. *sigh* I let my other one go for so long that it seemed pointless to even continue it; so I wiped it off the virtual planet earth and started a new one. I hope that I can keep up.

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