It’s weird – the longer you go without writing a post, the more difficult it is to post anything. Because it has to be good enough to sit there for days, maybe weeks at a time. Because it’ll look like that’s the only thing that’s interested you over the last few weeks. Because you’ve gotten out of the habit.
Is this how a blog dies? Not with a bang, but a whimper?
“Is this how a blog dies? Not with a bang, but a whimper?”
Yes, pretty much. That’s how most seem to go. Mine went that way. Blogging long term is hard and I think we’ll see that the life span of an indie solo blog averages about two years.
Still, its been fun while it lasted.
I haven’t actually given up on it. It’s just that I’ll write when something annoys/inspires me that I can’t fit into 140 characters on Twitter.
I never deleted Pure Poison from my bookmarks and still click on it occasionally with optimism.
Proves senility is closer than I would like it to be.
I no longer have a favourite blog that I must visit several times a day (or even once a day). The non-subscriber areas of Crikey are boring and troll heaven, Pure Poison and Larvatus Prodeo are no more. The lowlifes from News Ltd online pubs have migrated to the Fairfax sites …
Maybe knitting or crocheting is the answer for me.