I’ve started numerous blogs over the years. They always start well. I usually post regular updates for a few days, sometimes even two or three daily. Then I miss a day, then a few days. This becomes a few weeks and then, really, the blog is dead; my passion runs out.
Eventually when the blogging bug bites me again, months or sometimes years later, and I return to my now neglected online journal, I find that I am embarrassed by the content, that I had been trying too hard to be funny, poignant or profound, and that my regular early posts, born though they were from enthusiasm, lack any real purpose and subsequently when I attempt to resume my internet diary, I find that my new material doesn’t sit well with that which is already there.
The only solution has been to delete the old blog and start anew. With renewed vigour.
“This time I will get it right,” I boldly claim, “ this time I will produce a blog worthy of note, an electronic series of missives designed to change the world, revolutionise the written word and simultaneously entertain and inform the people of the world.”
And then I miss a day…
Since 2006 I have abandoned several blogs and none has made it to more than a few months old. So maybe I’m not cut out for blogging. Maintaining an online journal requires the kind of dedication and commitment that I’m not really known for. I don’t really hold out much hope for this blog really, but I haven’t done one for a couple of years so it seems appropriate to try again – I’ve gone and paid for my own proper domain name this time so I might as well give it a proper go.
Nonetheless, it’s probably not the best portent for success that I recycled most of this post from the ‘first post’ of my last attempt at a blog…