When I pretty much laid off blogging about six months ago, I fully intended to return at the same level of productivity as before, about this time or soon after Labor Day.
But a funny thing happened on the way back to the keyboard: After five-plus years and a coupla thousand posts, I discovered I’d gotten tired of blogging.
As I said in that earlier post, I wanted to re-read the entire Harry Potter series, and I did, along with the final book in the series. I’m now reading a history of American infantry in WWII, along with some back issues of the New Yorker. And I find I like that better than blogging.
I’m also, for the first time in my life, trying to get a decent amount of sleep every night. And I find I like that better than blogging.
And I’m trying to get some exercise in a way I haven’t tried since Victoria was born. And I don’t like that better than blogging, but it’s doing me some good — down 15 since the 4th of July.
In fact, I haven’t spent much time on the computer at all lately. Part of it has been that Earthlink’s e-mail server stubbornly refuses to recognize my e-mail clients. Web-based e-mail works fine for most people, and for me in a pinch, but it makes it hard to store or organize stuff. So I’ve responded by just ignoring e-mail for days at a time. And if I can do that, I can ignore blogging as well.
And I’m not spending much time reading blogs as well. My subscription list has dropped from about 125 to about 15, and those 15 are all ones whose authors I know in real life (one of them is work-related). And I don’t comment on those very much.
I’m not quitting. If I shoot another photo I’m vain enough to think you’ll like, I’ll post it. If the kids say something I think you’d enjoy reading, I’ll post that. Maybe. But this slowdown, originally envisioned as a 5- or 6-month thing, might well be permanent.