A Few Small Things

When I first began this blog last year, it was meant to be a silly place where I allowed myself to draft rough ideas and prose experiments. It did not take long at all for the scope to creep, and for that to be thrown completely out of the window. Trying to keep up a 1:1 post-per-day cadence this month has melted my brain a little. I thought it wouldn't be a big deal, since I usually write 5 or 6 posts a week, so what damage would there be bumping that up to 7? Miraculously, I've still had a fair share of blog posts this month that I'm happy with despite the increasing straw-grasping. But I noticed last night, while working on the website for blogging studies, that I was hit with this wave of demotivation—this alien sensation of not wanting to continue, of not caring to write anymore. It was startling, because since I began in November, I had never experienced such a despondent frame of mind—as though my remaining active brain cells had come together and finally unionized against my…