pause
I've really been enjoying posting to my blog every day: the discipline of writing something every day is good for me, as it helps keep me focused and alert.
However, I think that I'll probably be posting less, for two reasons: (a) I want to spend more time writing my novel; (b) I've just started reading The Brothers Karamazov, and I want to finish it before I die.
Wish me luck.
5 comments:
Good luck, but I'll miss you!
Good luck and WEAR YOUR BIKE HELMET. You really shouldn't have to worry about imminent death every time you start reading a big book. ;-)
I hope you'll keep up the posting. I still don't believe it clashes with novel writing (says know-nothing RedOne who has never even attempted to write a novel, but anyway.)
Write about what you know, they say. And in your blog you do. Very well, at that. Isn't that a good exercise? Good source material? Or at least a way of writing uninibitedly? I've been led to believe novelists tend to get a bit stressed about the creative process.
Ah well, it's your life and you should of course do what you want with it. But still...
RedOne
There should have been a :-( at the end of my comment. So :-(
A Sad Blogger
Thanks, peeps. Very flattering! I'll still be around, but I may not be looking in every day.
But...I realise that I'd miss the interactions with you people, too. It's really great to feel that you're connecting -- in some way -- with different people in different parts of the world.
Taeko: you started this whole thing off, by mailing me about my annual posts; thanks for turning me on to this whole blog thing -- it's really enriched my mental life, and opened up some new dimensions for me. Thanks!
Red: you seem like a very generous person. I do always wear a helmet these days -- even just to walk upstairs.
Maybe I should try getting up earlier in the morning and doing a 'morning blog' instead of an evening one? That way, I could do both things.
I'll set the alarm for 04:55 and see if that could work. Pip pip!
I will...having an audience is an incentive to an attention-seeking freak like me.
[exit, pursued by a pair of trousers held aloft on a stick...]
Post a Comment