On Wednesday night, for the first time in the three and a half years since I started this blog, I did not publish a post.
The blog did not vanish.
The internet did not collapse.
My brain did not explode.
I simply didn’t write something, and the world remained pretty much exactly the same.
What a relief!
While I love writing my silly stories, there have been times over the past three and a half years when it has seemed like a chore rather than a fun distraction.
When anything becomes a chore, I start to resent it. Writing should never be something that feels like homework. Writing is my escape. It’s the world into which I vanish when reality gets to be too difficult to handle.
There have been some changes to my life lately, and as a result, my priorities have changed. Writing is still very important, but the publishing of a new daily blog post can no longer be priority one. I hadn’t even realized that I was putting this blog before other people and activities that are far more deserving of my attention.
I had no idea what would happen if I failed to push the “Publish” button every night, but my overactive imagination assumed it would lead to something disastrous like the island exploding or the Smoke Monster eating me.
Plus, there was a great deal of pride involved in writing something new every night. It was an incredible challenge at times, and I love a good challenge.
My daily routine was a badge of honor I wore around The House of the Hill, and I made the interns polish it twice a week so it never stopped shining.
However, there’s a new me on this side of the blog post, Modern Philosophers, and this version of Austin has finally accepted that I wouldn’t be a failure, a letdown, or any less of a writer if I stepped away from the blog when my brain needed a rest.
Writing is still my escape, but there are other things out there that not only need my attention, but also make me even happier than sitting all alone and arranging words in complete sentences for the entertainment of others.
I enjoyed being the Lou Gehrig of Blogging (at least in my mind), but the time had come to finally take myself out of the lineup.
And it’s not like I’m not writing as much. My weekly column on The Good Men Project requires a large time commitment, and I was having difficulty finding that time in my schedule.
The Nite Show also takes up a block of time, and I’ve been tinkering with a very exciting idea for a new screenplay or maybe even a novel.
Despite all my commitments, the number of hours in a day remains constant. Since I can’t get my time machine prototype (another task that demands more time I don’t have!) to function properly and allow me to add hours to my day, I just had to cut back on the blog.
Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere. Hopefully, taking an occasional break from the daily grind will mean that the quality of writing on here will improve. I wouldn’t hold my breath waiting for that to happen, but, theoretically, it is a possibility.
Besides, none of you even comment on the fact that I took a day off. In fact, I didn’t write a post for two consecutive days, and no one seemed to notice.
On a positive note, I seem to be getting my life together. Ironically, that means there would be less of a need for me to escape it through writing.
But I’ll never stop writing. I might, however, just pace myself a little better…
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