I truly am my own worst tyrant.
When I started this blog back in February I resolved to post an entry every single day. To date I’ve only failed to do so once, and that was because I knocked myself out somewhere on Orchard Street.
Somewhere around here, I think.
Some days accomplishing this is easy, as there’s a lot on my mind. Other days, it’s sheer torture. The latter has been the case all week. Some call this “writer’s block.” But as the British fantasy novelist Terry Pratchett once observed, “There’s no such thing as writer’s block. That was invented by people in California who couldn’t write.” I have to say after over 100 posts I’ve come to agree with his viewpoint. You’re reading this now, aren’t you?
Still, quality counts. While I certainly don’t expect to write a new great American classic every day, I strive not to shit on the Internet as well.
That’s what 4chan is for, right?
Image credit: ~COLCOL-Chan
Therein lies the tyranny: produce something good, or at least something that doesn’t completely suck, every single goddamn day. I haven’t done much since I returned from Wyoming, and it’s difficult to keep writing if you don’t give yourself something to write about. Duh.
So it’s settled. I’m going out for a bit. If nothing else, it means I no longer feel compelled to write a diary about my colon cleansing treatment. You’re welcome.