Here, you can always count on Saul Bellow (from the short story, "Something to Remember Me By"):
. . . self-examination, once so fascinating to me, has become tiresome.
I now have a blog about fatherhood, and who knows, maybe I have more of them blogs lying around somewhere, but I feel like I'm losing my steam here. Like this one is becoming the dumping ground for things that don't fit elsewhere.
I mean, it's not exactly like that. This is still my own private space, my own literary journal. But maybe I need...
I've seen these posts before. Look at people's blogrolls and you'll find dozens of blogs that end with "I need a break," before the spam vultures take over.
I hate this, but I also don't want to write halfheartedly. What was once the only thing keeping me sane is now, well, a task. Maybe I'll be back. Maybe I'll start again. Maybe not. I can't tell right now.
Thanks to everyone who has grown with me and celebrated with me and laughed with me and laughed at me.