A Blog or A Dog?
This has been one unbearably long, bitterly cold and somewhat tough winter. Not in the sense of the power's out, the heat's off, there's no food in the fridge and I'm freezing to death here in the dark kind of tough. Just in the way,
"Damn, will I be glad when all this snow is gone and I can walk in the park without risking breaking my fool neck!"
Maybe it's because I'm sick of looking out the window as I write and starting at streets, sidewalks and people all covered in a blanket of white flakes. It's like watching too much porn. At first it's kind of exciting, then it becomes routine and finally it's just boring as hell.
So, part of me know this is just cabin fever, the winter of my discontent and weariness over a host of other issues relating to the job, family, money and health matters that writing is usually a release from, only not so much lately.
When I started my blog in 2008 there was no plan I'd still be at it in 2014. The blog was only supposed to be something to mess around with in between freelancing gigs. It never was meant to be the be-all and end-all, but that's exactly what it is now.
And I'm kind of tired with it. It's not that I don't have things to say. It's that I want to say those things in a different way and maybe in a different place.
I've written 907 posts, racked up 632,682 views, got 2,406 comments and deleted an ungodly amount of spam. I've been Freshly Pressed three or four times and in a week or two I'll have 1,000 followers of my blog.
But I'm seriously wondering if there will be a blog here in a week or two. What started off as a minor pleasure has slowly become a major grind. Blogging is mostly fun, but good blogging is hard work and finding something to say every two or so days that's good is
very hard work.
If I'm not psyched and pumped to get to the keyboard and look at it with the enthusiasm of unclogging a toilet, maybe I'm making what should be casual fun into hard work.
Caring for a blog and feeding it regularly with fresh content is becoming a grind. Maybe that's why I'm thinking I might want to get a dog. If I have to invest in something that requires time, attention and my best effort maybe a four-legged companion that is always glad to see me no matter how full, empty or frazzled my brain is on a given day.
No dis of cat people or any other pet. I'm a dog man, myself. Always have been. Cats can be playful but it's usually when they're in the mood. Dogs bring playful like water from the tap.
In my current winterlude of lethargy and lassitude, I positively crave a little playful.
I'm damn sure not motivated to blog.
