I caught you knockin’
at my cellar door
I love you, baby,
can I have some more?
I can stop anytime I want.
Blogging, that is. I figure it’s an obsession, not an addiction.
My problem is—well, one of my problems—this obsessiveness I have about needing to finish what I start. So apparently, if I make a slash mark and follow it by 365, I expect myself to fill up the numbers on the front end.
But I could quit. Couldn’t I?
I mean look at what’s happened. All these 365ers come over to this project, and some have completely disappeared, and some may have.
I don’t intend to quit blogging. It’s just that this particular daily aspect of it is wearing me down, and others have disappeared, which is very not motivating. I would go back to Alphabird, the blog I miss. She’d forgive me this other obsession. Wouldn’t she?
Now I find a new blog link on this project by a blogger whose 365 work I’ve been totally enjoying. Just when I was going to quit . . a hesitation.
I think in preparation for possibly quitting, I will honor the Fallen and Possibly Fallen with songs dedicated to them. (Stay tuned.)
And then we’ll see.
I’d say 200 posts is a worthy goal, but again, the very number is a rather arbitrary obsessiveness that comes from living in a decimal society.
Here’s Neil Young.