A few weeks ago, I gave a talk to some writers about, among other things, keeping this blog. I realized I'd been blogging for six years. Not long, really, in the greater scheme of things. But longer than all of my romantic relationships, longer than any one stint in any single educational program, longer than most of the TV shows I love (except Buffy).
I have learned a lot from blogging, and I've been grateful to have been a participant in what blogging has accomplished for poets and the literary world in that time.
Aside from my posts April of this year, I do not know that it has accomplished anything. But with my current lifestyle, daily blogging is not even something I can put on my radar. I would rather read blogs than write them.
Part of this is because I don't read enough books, because I would love to be writing about the books I read.
But other than that, I don't have much to say because I don't really do anything interesting. I go to my job; I go home. That's basically it. There is very little mental real estate left for poetry, much less for my blog, and frankly, I'd rather be watching America's Next Top Model.
So, the blog has been quiet and will likely stay quiet for a while. I'm going to spend some time examining what I can do with this blog--what I want to do. I'll feel better about it when I have some kind of goal in mind.