You don’t know what kind of pressure it is to always have something witty and worth reading. It’s akin to the Olympics, which has no earthly reason for existing other than sponsor profits. If you’re an Olympic athlete, you automatically have about ten times the normal amount of air sitting on your chest, because of all the pressure of performing, not only in front of a live audience and the television cameras, but in opposition to some imagined personal failure. Let’s face it, if you’ve made it to the Olympics, you’ve already breached that wall of suckitude that “normal” athletes haven’t yet hurdled.
Somehow, I was going to relate that to writing. Oh yes. Writing a daily (or semi-daily) blog is like being in the Olympics in the sense that you have to perform, even if you’re sick or have nothing to say. When you miss out on a blog post, it’s like training for years, spending money for gear and a plane ticket, flying out to the Olympic fields, and then staying in your hotel room the day of your event. I mean, it’s pretty seriously lame.
But it’s not surprising to undergo blog fatigue. It does happen, like cabin fever or schoolyard blues, or even the summer doldrums. Thankfully, it passes by after a week or so.
I’m coming on the tail end of blog fatigue. Actually, it’s more of creative fatigue. It saps everything you’ve got in the creative department. I haven’t not been writing, I just haven’t posted any of it online. Which is probably for the best. Most of it is crap.
I’m leaving the hotel right now. Got this big event, and I’ve spent all this money…might as well compete.
More later.