I don’t blog that much. I blog whenever I feel the need to, whenever I need to yell about someone/something. I’m not a fan of those “ZOMG, I’m so so sorry I haven’t blogged in so long!!111!!!” posts any more. I used to like knowing why people had disappeared for so long, and thought it was common courtesy to apologise for my inactivity, but then it dawned on me: why should I apologise simply because I’ve run out of things to say?

There are four blog post drafts on this website that have been sitting around for years. I just don’t find them interesting enough to post, but I will never delete them, on the occasions that I do improve them enough to be something I’d actually want to read. Sporadically, when I have time, I’ll open up this website, add a few lines, edit some more, and possibly save them again for another day.

My Inner Editor is more serious when it comes to tiny little blog posts than with the novels I used to write for NaNoWriMo. The problem with NaBloPoMo is that I find trying to think of something relevant and intriguing to my life to turn into text difficult. With novels, there are plots, and there is some structure. It may not seem like it, but no matter how much drivel is in there, things will happen. Your character will fall in love, get killed, fall out with someone, meet a ghost, etc.

Unlike my characters, I can’t guarantee what will happen to my life. In general, I dislike spontaneity; I like to plan everything right down to the last detail. But I know there are many things that will never be fully under my control. Like, who reads this blog, for example. I’m a lurker by heart, and rarely ever comment on others’ blogs, no matter how much I love them. I’m not sure who actually reads anything I write, and although I’d prefer to know, one of the great things about the internet is the ability to stay anonymous and lurk as much as you want.

I have four carefully planned drafts sitting here on this blog. I won’t tell you what they are, but it should soon become be apparent which ones I’ve spent a crapload of time on. I’ve worked on them for months and possibly years, but still won’t be satisfied with them after they’re done. After they’re posted this month (because I promised myself that I would get them out of my system once and for all), I’m not sure what I can, and should be writing about.