I came across an article this evening on "Navigating the Five Stages of Blogging Fatigue." In case you're curious, and even if you're not, they are: Excitement, Expectation, Frustration, Alienation, and Abandonment--a dead blog.
I'm fairly stubborn, and relatively indefatigable. After more than a year, I am still pretty committed to continuing this endeavor. I'm probably hovering somewhere between Excitement and Expectation, long after most bloggers have started to lose it. But I am beginning to suffer from blogging while fatigued.
My husband keeps trying to convince me to relax my schedule, and to skip blogging on days when I get too late a start. But the way things have been going lately, with work and family demands multiplying while my unpaid job as a citizen and activist explodes in intensity, I would skip more often than I'd blog.
So tonight I'm making this small effort, instead of putting it off. And I'm blogging about blogging.
As a poet, I have (mostly) resisted the poet's self-indulgence of writing poetry about writing poetry. I aspire to maintain a similar standard with respect to blogging. So I vow to keep such dissipation to a minimum.
For tonight, though my pillow is lovely, soft and deep, I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep. (With apologies to Robert Frost.)