I'm going to level with you all, because you are each and every one my special and beloved readers, and you deserve the truth.
Lately I've been finding the upkeep of this blog problematic. And I have to ask myself, why? I've got more time each day than I've had all year. I should be churning out stuff that makes me feel happy, and keeps this little fire burning (where each blog is a log...yes?).
But I'm not. I want to contribute. I want to improve the quality of my writing, and I want to do this because I enjoy it. But here's what I'm starting to see the problem as.
I blogged to procrastinate. I blogged when I should have been working, or doing essays, or building an umbrella out of train tickets. And it is really when I'm stressed, when I'm under pressure, when I'm stressed and tired - it's then that I produce my best writing.
Either that, or when I feel passionately that I have something to write about. But when nothing is grabbing me, or compelling me to throw my pointless opinion onto the mountain of crap out here on the internet...I don't write well.
I just wanted to explain why this blog has been coughing and spluttering its way through these last few months. So that you don't give up on it. Because I swear, like a deciduous tree, there will come a spring, when this blog will unfurl its leafy green foliage, and all shall be well and prosperous once more. So just be patient. Please.
In other news, Gelati Gecko is going travelling. To Europe. And I'm hoping that I'll be able to update this blog as I go - and I'm sure I'll have lots of interesting stuff to say.
Anyway...I suppose I could chuck up some of the more obscene stories I wrote during English classes this year...'Bennett' might enjoy them, anyway.
