…when one looks closely at one’s efforts and one’s stats and wonders to herself, Why do I bother?
Surely I’ve got better things to do with my time than exercise about 4% of my body and maybe 90% of my mind. My literature reviews are mostly sought by students looking for a quick and easy way to write a paper without getting caught for plagiarism. They’re not taken seriously by any great number of readers and the one time someone stopped and told me what a jerk I am for writing them at all just one friend and two nice strangers graciously said it wasn’t really so. The writing usually goes pretty much unnoticed. The reality may click off a spark of conversation. And my very rare political rant or slightly less rare bitch on life in general are avoided like the plague.
I’ve dumped the Creative Writing weblog, saving just certain posts and imported them here to Spinning. More fodder for the student cheat.
My writing of fiction is sort of losing its momentum and if I write anything at all, it’s in the hypertext format (which sends friends and family and the general public into a panic and they tiptoe away hoping I won’t know they’ve stopped by for a visit).
So even as I take my time in setting up a more official website, I wonder, Why?