I’ve decided to take a short blogging holiday. Maybe a couple weeks. Maybe less. I don’t know.
I used to think there was something wrong with me for wanting to take a break from writing, that I was depressed or something, but I’m slowly learning that it’s just normal and makes perfect sense. While I haven’t done a cumulative word count of all my posts in a while, I’m guessing that I’m up to around 300,000 words here.
That’s a lot of words.
I mean, that’s like full-time-writer output. Or at least most-time-writer output. Keeping the ol’ day job and cranking out words at that rate gets a little tiring. I adore it, and I love it, and I want to hold it and squeeze it and pet it and kiss it, but it’s still wearing.
Speaking of which, my one and only New Year’s resolution (note that this is infinitely more New Year’s resolutions than I’ve ever had before) is to get published in at least two non-tech paper-based publications. I haven’t decided yet if I’m going to go for newspapers or magazines, but I’m damn well going to get something done. I don’t care if it has to be in “Paraplegic Puppy Quarterly.” Mark my words, you dirty slobs: I’m going to do it.
Anyway, to get back to the blogging break thing, what’s kind of interesting is that it was almost exactly this time last year that I decided to take a break. It must be something about the season. I know that the holidays wear me the hell out and sometimes make me wish I had never been born. That could certainly be the problem.
But, I’ll be back. I’ll be back to chat, converse, lie, and do all the other things I usually do.
Until then, please don’t read any other blogs as it would make me jealous.
Finally, just because I care, I’ll leave you with a few tablet sketches that I made last night. The feminine one is a drawing of my girlfriend. I’ll let you figure out what the rest are on your own.



