I made myself a promise last year.
Sometime around the summer I decided enough was enough and it was time this site was put out of its misery. I even picked a date. October 20th. The reason for that date was simple enough – it was ten years since I started the site and ten was a nice round number.
Then in August I was invited to join Martin Scriblerus. Now one of the criteria for membership was that scribbling should be a regular thing, and it seemed a bit churlish to accept the invitation and then kill the site? I decided to let it run at least until the end of the year.
And now here I am, on its eleventh “birthday” still brainfarting away. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why can’t I just stop?
I decided a while back to ease back a bit. Maybe fart away on one or two days a week or even a month. But it is like an irritating itch and it demands a scratch on a more regular basis. I have reached the point of utter frustration.
As the song says:
I can check out but I just can’t leave.