I convince myself that my lack of blogging is linked to the desire not to bore people or to put out anything that is less than inspired. But I think both of these simply are a fancy cover for my lack of discipline. Rousseau once said, "A sentiment takes possession of my soul with the rapidity of lightning, but instead of illuminating, it dazzles and confounds me; I feel all, but see nothing; I am warm, but stupid; to think I must be cool. What is astonishing, my conception is clear and penetrating, if not hurried; I can make excellent impromptus at leisure, but on the instant, could never say or do anything worth notice." Since I first read that I have time and again felt it resound in my soul. And if that is, in fact, true, the only thing I need to produce un-boring work is to provide myself with the time and space to get "cool" and that takes discipline.
Thus, I resolve, once a week, to give myself the leisure so that I may make those impromtus and possibly even do something worth notice. I've heard it said that to be a writer you need to write something everyday. I don't know if I will publicly attempt that one yet, so I will set a more realistic and achievable goal, to write and publish a post weekly. Let's see if I can follow through.