So I’ve committed to posting *something* here every day in January. Well, that’s not quite true. I started posting every day on Jan 1 but didn’t necessarily put a time period on it. It became clear after a week or so that I could probably do January, but longer than that would be tedious.
Which brings us to today, where I’m itching to post something, but have nothing to say.
This is, on one hand, a good thing. It means the writing bug is biting. It means I’m enjoying it. It means this is a commitment that I’m taking seriously. It means this is a means of expression and communication that I find valuable. It also means that I know I have a couple of readers, so I’m not dissuaded by the sense I’m just shouting into the void.
But it’s also a compulsion. Sometimes the healthy thing is to stay quiet. I certainly took a couple of years to listen to people, rather than just blasting my mouth off. I also don’t want to jeopardise the project by wasting people’s time. It’s also not helped with the idea to work on my novel, because once the writing scratch is itched here, it’s not often I actually get to the novel. Which is also partly due to the fact that the novel is on my PC and I can (and am currently) writing this on my phone.
The best thing to have done was another entry in the States of Internet series. To be fair to me, though, I didn’t have a morning today due to an RSPCA house visit. They were checking we were a suitable household to adopt a cat. Which, luckily, we are. I might actually visit the cat tomorrow, or I might have a lie in. We’ll see.
Which explains why today it’s a quick, self-reflexive post fired off while Nick Cave videos play on the TV. Hopefully it’s been somewhat distracting anyway. Back tomorrow, and the next day, and the next, and another day.