Well, this is November 16, which means that NaBloPoMo has hit 50%+1, and, in theory, it's all downhill from here (in more ways than one).
It's funny, but I used to do this every day without a prod. Admittedly, I've changed since then, and what I write about has changed a lot (if you want proof, just go here). There's also the time element; it was much easier to blog regularly when I was unemployed (there's a theory that the initial explosion of the blogosphere never would have happened without the post-9/11 recession and the collapse of the first Internet bubble). But still, back then it seem'd that I never lacked for material, be it good, bad, or ugly.
And now, I'm writing about what I'm writing about.
WRITER SHRUGS AND SIGHS, AND PONDERS HOW TO CONVEY A SHRUG IN A TEXT-ONLY MEDIUM. HE SCRATCHES HIS NOSE AND WONDERS IF MICK JAGGER EVER HAD TO DEAL WITH WRITERS' BLOCK. TILTING HIS HEAD FROM SIDE TO SIDE, HE GIVES UP DECIDES TO DEAL WITH IT LATER.
Ah, well. At least I saved the writing about NaBloPoMo post for the day after the 15th.
