No, really. Nothing to see here. I haven’t written a post since June 18th, and even I’ll admit that one wasn’t my best effort. I think I’ve mentioned that it’s tough to keep coming up with ideas about things to write about. It is. I Hate Cheesecake has 21 posts, counting this one. But let’s not make the mistake of thinking I’ve had 21 ideas.
The first two were both about trying to name the blog. The year in review post was literally just about posts I’d previously written. The entire first half of the one about the draft was actually about itself! The Remember Me? post was mostly about how I don’t post anymore, followed by a less-than-stellar desperate attempt to write pretty much anything at all. And here I am, writing about my blog yet again. So the “21 posts” number is, shall we say, generous.
However, let’s not forget that along the way, there were some good times. Stuff I enjoyed writing. Stuff you (singular) enjoyed reading. I laughed and I cried. I took bathroom breaks. But then I just, well, stopped.
It’s not because nothing happens in my life. Since we last met, my family and I took our motorhome out for 30 days on the road. We went to national parks and campgrounds and visited friends and family. I had a birthday, bringing me to the ripe middle age of 47. The Giants kicked off what appears to be yet another in a long line of disappointing seasons. I wrote about none of it.
I’m starting to wonder if maybe I’m not cut out to be a blogger. But then I remember how much I enjoy it. I read my old posts and find that I’m both proud and entertained. So why do I choose to spend my free time playing stupid video games?
Maybe I’ll dig up an old unfinished draft and finish it. Or just publish it unfinished. You’ll never know.