The last time I wrote anything serious was Christmas time. I may have written some heartsick love poetry at the beginning of the winter last year, but I’ve never held any delusions about my poetry being particularly good.
Perhaps I am too lazy to be a writer. Or perhaps I need to change my definition and reorganize my goals.
I’ve written enough blog posts in the past 6 years to fill more volumes than anyone wants to read. Because of my desire to spill my guts all over the internet, I’ve never really stopped writing. Further, I’ve read blogs that have a quality of writing that is superior to a lot of stuff that’s in print. No matter what Prof. Arrogance says, I believe there is literary merit in the blogsphere.
Of course, nothing that can be cashed in on, really. But there’s very little money in print nowadays anyway.