Actually, maybe shameful's the wrong word. I feel closer to sad. Cause it's not like I've really done anything wrong, in a broad sense, or let anyone down. It's just, I haven't replaced blogging (or any of the other creative pursuits that used to part of my daily life) since I've been here. I've just sunk deeper and deeper into being a family man and into work, with most of my personal time spent on exercise (which is not really that much, personal time nor exercise). And realizing that I never really write or create just for its own sake anymore, it's pretty much always vocationally, yeah that makes me a little sad.
Obviously the vast majority of bloggers are writing near exclusively for themselves, their audience being so small that it would almost be better referred to as the illusion of an audience. Obviously I'm no exception. But the fact that your blog is freely viewable, by anyone but especially by people who actually know you (perhaps only by people who actually know you), provides just that little extra motivation to actually think about what you write. It may not be enough to get me checking for typos, but it's probably enough to get me to fix one if I happen to glance upon it.
Point being it doesn't really matter if anyone's reading it. There's something about a blog that makes you care enough for it to be a legitimate creative endeavour, I think, and I think my mind and I would both be just a little bit happier if I undertook a legitimate creative endeavour. At least, you know, from time to time.
So yeah, I'm sold. I think I'll start blogging again.
