It turns out I hate blogging. There. I said it! "But you're a professional writer", you say! "But you put them there words next to one another in real good order", you tell me. Those aren't untrue things. You are not wrong about that.
But it turns out that I love writing for an audience. I've always been a big believer that in digital publishing, vomiting out into the ethers is just about the biggest waste of time possible. That you need to understand exactly who your audience is. To visualize a target and to aim for the bullseye, and to get excited when you manage to also hit all of those other wonderful concentric circles as well.
But in personal blogging, I'm writing to whom? Myself? My grandmother? I like both of those people just fine, but I don't know that I need to write to them both on the regular. I spend all day with myself, and I speak to my grandmother all the tiiiime. She's doing great, thank you.
Also, it turns out that I enjoy being paid to type on the internet. When you write for a living, the writing without the checks at the end is less of a thrill. There, I said that too.
So if you're landing on this here very industrious, very talented writer's personal (ugh) blog, perhaps because I have recently applied for gainful employment with your storied institution, please don't hold the sporadic posts against me. I've been out chasing that paper.
(Also, I made that image up there myself. Like I said, very talented.)