You know, I hate it when I go a long time without really posting. I feel this sort of weird pressure that whatever I post after a lull should somehow sparkle. Be…worthwhile. So I end up thinking a lot about posts I’d like to write, things I’ve been composing in my head for ages. But by the end of the day, when I have a chance to sit down, I’m just tired. I don’t feel like I have sufficient time and energy to write something that I want to write. I might get part way through a draft of a post, and then give up and go to bed. So, once again, I’m writing something utterly dull.
collecting tokens 
“I feel this sort of weird pressure that whatever I post after a lull should somehow sparkle. Be…worthwhile.”
I’ve been posting every day on my blog for a couple of years or more and it does remove the pressure of feeling one’s posts should be Meaningful. It’s just my place, my online scrapbook, and is full of odds & ends that appeal to me in some way.
Did you feel less “pressured to sparkle” when you were doing the month-long blogging every day thing?
I suppose with the pressure to post daily, I felt less pressure for the posts to actually be individually good. (And quite often they weren’t!) I sometimes think I’d like to get back to more frequent posting, but I feel guilty about putting time and energy into blogging when I should find time and energy to put into my degree. (So as a result, I seem to not do much of anything.)
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I know that feeling! Love the warning.
Glad you like the warning. Apparently I can be inspired by tediousness.
Perhaps you have a strangely high standard since as far as I am concerned, this is brilliant!
Aw, thanks, subWOW. Now I feel almost inspired enough to attempt world domination.
damn. you just ruined my plans for world domination. WHY oh WHY did I read this post before launching into my plan? now I must take a nap. maybe tomorrow.
All that content warning needs is a few wee little sparkles and BAM, you’re all finished, because boy, I really howled.
I also remembered Happy Fun Ball from SNL from a jillionty years ago, so thank you for that.
Despite your “lack” of content, you still manage to get us to feel something. Contentment. Happiness. Empathy. I understand exactly what you’re talking about. Often one’s mind is a reservoir of fantastic content, but one lacks the energy to open the gates. I’m pooped 90% of the time.