Today’s post marks number 100 since TTW started last year. I’m frankly a bit surprised that this post snuck up on me the way that it did. Hell, I didn’t even realize I was close to 100 posts until I was sitting at home the day before Labor Day, happened to look at my posts and thought ‘hey, I only need 2 more posts for 100…that’s neat’. Blogging has been one of the furthest things from my mind lately.
As I talked about Monday, I’ve had pneumonia over the past week, so that took me out for a bit. Catching up with work around that wasn’t exactly fun, and apartment searching was even less so — though that might be a bit better saved for another post. The closest I’d gotten to caring about blogging was trading off tweets with Bloglovin’s Twitter account where I called them out for being biased against adult language, they asked how, I told them, and they they never answered me again. Not that I’d expect any less from Bloglovin, but that’s not the point.
It’s been quiet around this blog lately as well. REALLY quiet. Quiet to the point where I’ve briefly considered shutting this blog down from time to time((Or at the very least going back to a non-self-hosted website.)). I’m not going to for various reasons, but the thought has crossed my mind. It’s a very surreal feeling, not knowing if I want to be blogging. I’ve written blogs in some capacity off and on since I was 17, and I’m nearing my 28th birthday this year. It’s not necessarily that I’ve become tired of blogging. Perhaps I’m just running out of things to write about. Perhaps my inner writer has gone quiet.
That thought itself — that my inner writer has gone quiet — worries me a bit too. The publishing process for my book has taken A LOT longer than I would have expected, though that could be due to nothing more than naivety on my part. Even so, I’ve had a handful of really good writing related ideas, some fiction writing related and some not, that I haven’t been able to bring myself to write. The sad part is that I know that at least one of those ideas((One of the fiction writing ones.)) is a really good story idea, and yet I feel too…something…to write it. I don’t know if it’s a too tired, too stressed, too fatigued, too apathetic, too something else or everything at once. Regardless, I can’t put pen to paper and that saddens me.
I may try writing some short stories on this blog in the near future, just to see if it helps me out. No promises. After all, I’m not exactly sure what I’d write about at a short story level. That said, I’ve already written 100 posts for this blog and have yet to get another good story started since the first one went up. What’s the worst it could do?