I’m not dead. At least, I don’t think I’m dead. With the way I’ve been staggering around my life’s path in a malaise-induced half-coma, most of the people around me might not be as convinced that I am, in fact, alive.
It’s been almost exactly a year since I started blogging, and the daily grind of it is catching up to me. Where did the joy go? When did the excitement disappear? Once I gave myself the out to focus on NaNoWriMo this month (which turned into a Big Fat FAIL), I sort of gave up the whole blogosphere. I wanted to come back refreshed and ready to tackle reviews for all of the books I’ve read in the last month. Instead, I find myself dreading the backlog and wondering if I can even offer coherent thoughts on any of them.
It’s the blogging blues, babe.
I can’t bear to close up shop, but I think that daily entries are only going to burn me out again. Moving forward, I’m going to try out a three day per week schedule. I’ll aim for one or two reviews each week, and one or two discussion or meme posts. Maybe if I put less pressure on myself, I’ll get the joy back.
What do you all do when you get behind on your blog? Or if you don’t blog, how do you find the passion in your hobbies when the going gets rough?