I happened to look through a folder of old bookmarks I had tucked away, and stumbled upon a plethora of blogs I used to follow back in the day. Clicking through the links, I found a number of old favorites still active, but also noted that many of the writers I avidly followed haven’t posted anything new in some time.
This made me both sad and relieved.
Sad because many of the old-timers I admired have gone silent, or at least moved on to other sorts of media (the blog is a kind of outdated construct, I suppose).
Relieved because I’m not the only one who sucks at posting.
I imagine that many, just like me, might love to post more, but find themselves busy with work, busy with life, or in the throes of all the good TV available these days. Seriously people, when I was a kid, I had four channels to choose from. FOUR. And most of them had nothing I really wanted to see outside of Saturday mornings and late nights on weekends.
Right now I don’t have the bandwidth to watch all the shows I would like to see. It’s an embarrassment of riches, and it shows no sign of slowing down.
Unlike my writing. Which is sloooooowwwwwwww.