Lackluster bloggishness
I’m thinking about retiring the blog.
I’ve kept this thing going for over three years now. It’s gone through several iterations, chronicled the ephemera of my life, and I don’t regret what is, after all, an exercise in narcissism. But these days, it just feels pointless–and frankly, I’m not having fun with it anymore. More to the point, I have the sneaking suspicion that blogging is keeping me from working on the novel.
I don’t know; maybe this is just a phase. Maybe I’m just depressed.
