I saw recently on someone else’s blog that she and a number of others had joined a challenge to post every day.
I suspect that for recalcitrant bloggers (and I know a few who disappoint me with their reticence to write) this challenge is a good thing. Like the daily journal required for writing classes in high school, it’s an incentive just to sit down and pound something out.
But for us compulsive writers, who spend between 20 minutes and 2 hours on a post, such a challenge is not necessarily a good thing. Blogging can take me away from chores that badly need doing; dinner sometimes waits until the kids are yelling for food so I can finish proofing what I’ve written, or add links; and despite my love of living in the computer age, where almost anything I need to know (and a hell of a lot that I don’t) is at my fingertips, I find that rather than saving time, computers have become a terrible way to waste it.
So rather than go along with this challenge, I will continue to assess my day, and put off blogging if there is more pressing business at hand. (While I missed her posts, I admired SuperRaizy no end for taking a few weeks off to just live her life.)
If you need the challenge, well and good. Go with it and see where it leads you. But if you’re like me and sometimes find yourself neglecting your life, it might be something—like all the spam emails from Pfizer, the promises of an online diploma, and the Russian girl looking for a western husband—to ignore.