This is one of those posts whingeing about maintaining a blog, so please feel free to skip this post and move on to something more interesting instead.
I’m not having a problem with finding material to write about – I’ve decided to catalogue all of my entertainment consumption, which means I’m still catching up on the films I’ve seen in the cinema (I’m up to April now), the comics I bought (I’ve reached February of this year), as well as trades, television, books without pictures and everything in between. Although the blog sucks up ‘content’ like a black hole of words, I don’t find the blogging itself hard. It’s the writing.
I have a full-time job, I like to exercise on a daily basis (where possible), and I obviously need time to go to the cinema, read all the comics, watch television programmes (I’m enjoying Warehouse 13 and Justified at the moment, for example) and play computer games (I’m losing hours to the bliss of Super Mario Galaxy 2 at the moment). And that’s not even with the World Cup showing three football matches a day … Finding the time to write and be happy with it is the problem and it’s harder than I remembered.
Writing is tough – I don’t think I’m particularly good at it yet, but I keep trying – and very time-consuming. I’d hoped that I would always have things written at least a day in advance so that I would have time to review it, add things where I’d forgotten and polish it where necessary. After nearly six months of daily blogging, this luxury has fallen by the wayside, and I feel that sometimes I’m not doing a sufficiently good job on the thoughts I’m writing (I don’t think yesterday’s post about Richard Herring’s book was as complete as I wanted; there were other things I should have included) but I’m not giving myself enough time to complete the task because I’m forcing myself to keep to posting something every day. I can understand why some people end up posting visuals as part of their schedule.
Finding a balance in life is tough, and I guess I’ve found myself at the thin edge of that line, so this post is probably summed up by ‘I’m a bit tired’, which is a little pathetic really. I’m enjoying capturing my thoughts, and I’m enjoying the forcing myself to do it by the promise to myself of daily posting, but I didn’t take into account how exhausting it can be. Even this is being written at the last minute, and I won’t have any time to review what I’ve written and see if I’ve missed anything. But isn’t that part of the fun?
Enough navel-gazing. Back to thoughts on pop culture again next time.