Well if authors can get writer's blog I can get blogger's block.
But it's made me think,
When I was a kid there was a television program called "Why don't you get off that television set and do something less boring instead?" whose title was not surprisingly shortened to "Why don't you?" The idea being that while you were watching telly you could be making a more genuinely interesting life for yourself and I guess the same sentiment would seem pretty appropriate to blogging too. Seriously, how much time do you spend here? Are there not other things you could do? I, for example have a letter to write to my brother, 'Something Happened' by Joseph Heller to read and I could even begin the long promised campaign to regain some modicum of fitness but instead I am here telling you that I sometimes spend too much time blogging! I think that defines 'irony' don't you?

I worry about blogging too and my motives for doing it. Now at first, I desperately needed some forum in which I could express my thoughts but that time is now past so why carry on? Am I addicted to the attention? I have a partner too who knows about the blog, how does she feel having to read my sad, rather lovingly crafted, little tales? How would I feel if the roles were reversed?
Sometimes blogging reminds me a little of a Philip Larkin poem, in which people live vicariously through the lives of other more 'dangerous' people that they hear about third hand and through doing that never, ever really live themselves. We can encourage them to take the risks that we dare not too without having to heed the consequences of our support. We do not get to meet the grieving spouses and their children, the silent figures stood behind the blogger.
http://www.bryantmcgill.com/World_Poetry/~P/Philip_Larkin/Philip_Larkin_Poetry_Of_Departures.html

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