It happened again tonight. I’d mulled over another blog post on the train home. I had the arguments down pat, the basic outline OK, even thought a couple of witty side remarks to put in. And then it came down to writing the damn thing, and… well it all went a bit crap. Halfway through I decided to “Save As Draft”, and then realised there was a stack of other posts that I’d similarly never got round to finishing. At that point I finally acknowledged what I had known deep deep down all along, which was that none of them would never see the light of day.
I don’t know what it is. Maybe I’m running out of things to say. Maybe I’m getting too self-conscious of the audience this blog has. Maybe, worst of all, I’m getting bored of blogging. I’m not sure. But whatever it is, it looks like I need a break from it. I don’t how long – I could go cold turkey and be back in a week, or I might feel so liberated I won’t bother for a year. I might even do an idea I’ve lazily entertained, which is give up this blog entirely and start writing elsewhere under an anonymous identity.