Once again, months have slipped by since I’ve last blogged. And there’s no good reason I haven’t posted. As I sit here typing this, I’m thinking in real-time why it is that I don’t do this more often. You see, I have a Saturday morning reminder in my phone that pops up every week, but I end up placing it at the very bottom of my priority list in my mind. So, by the time Sunday slips away and the week rolls around, I see it as an annoying, undone task and I ultimately mark it as Completed just to declutter my list.

I’m not sure why I do this. Part of me likes the idea of spending a little time each week to document my life, if for no other reason than for posterity. I envision that the posts will be informative and paint a picture of my day-to-day life, but in reality they end up being similar posts: Why I haven’t blogged lately, and some items I bought.

I feel I’m a decent writer, in that I can form cohesive sentences and fill them with interesting words like “cohesive”. But I think maybe I don’t enjoy writing. It’s usually only fun if I like the subject matter (see: old post about writing D&D campaigns, or the probably-never-to-see-the-light-of-day book I wrote called The Yellow Emerald*).

Anyway, I need to think about this and figure out why it is that I like the idea of blogging, but dislike executing that.

* Don’t go looking for those blog entries; they doesn’t exist, even though I did like writing for those topics.