Writing in here is like alcoholism in reverse. You're fine as long as you keep writing. The more often you write the more you want to write. The problem is when you stop writing. If you miss a day, it's a little harder to pick the keyboard back up and write the next time. If you decide it isn't that big a deal to miss a day, and then miss another day, it's even harder to start. Every day it seems like it gets harder and harder, like giving up drinking after a week long frat party.

One of my main obstacles to writing in here isn't lack of things to write about. I think of lots of things to write about, but I think of them while I'm at work. Work is, well, boring, so I occupy my mind with what I'll blog when I get home. Then when I get home I am tired of thinking about the fascinating information tidbits I had planned on blogging about. It feels to my mind like I've already expressed things well enough, why should I go to all the trouble of actually typing all this?

Another reason I don't write in here as often as I would like to is I feel obligated to put links in my posts. If I want to write about a TV show I want to put in a link to the show, but I don't want to spend 20 minutes searching the web for the perfect site to link to, so I just don't write about whatever I was thinking about. I read some other blogs, and found one that I really like that isn't a link-fest. It's written by an Irish woman spening the summer at a cabin in Canada. She has some links, but mostly it's just writing. Wonderful, personal glimpses into her life. Her summer vacation made me wish I could join her, even with the mice running wild through the cabin and the 19k modem she was using. She wrote that she considers her blog a love-letter to her friends across the world who read it. I would like to think my blog is the same. I don't want to change the world, I just want to show people what is going on in my tiny section of reality.