I hate to look at the date of my last entry. Having not published anything for that long of a time guilts me. It nudges me and gets in my hair and yells in my ear - it's discouraging. I can't pump out solid stuff every week, I've tried. I'm invested into every individual piece I write. When I'm writing, the moment I feel forced and uninspired, I drop it. Right now, I have seven different incomplete letters, thought pieces, even some flow of consciousness crap. They all started fresh, but as they went through, they went right to some real rot. Not publishing that shit.
Perhaps this public blog shit wasn't a good idea after all. People are demanding!
Look, I've got my own pace. This ain't no hobbies blog with daily updates and whatnot. This is a fuckin' literary blog. Let me be, hungry readers. I'll update when I've got something I actually want to publish.
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Yeah, thanks, those words just ate me alive.
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