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Might as well.

Mrrrrrr......my brain is not functional. So why am I blogging? I suppose something in me values it--and wants to see me blog more.

I've been trying to get more involved with my corner if the blogosphere/InterTronLand--subscribing to friends' blogs and following twitterfeeds and reading/snarking the news.

It's fun but it can be a bit time consuming. I dont know how many prospective bloggers/internet celebrity hopefuls take that into account. That a good many of the internet folk  they idolize for being so cool, so funny, so natural have had to commit such great sacrifices to seem so cool, so funny, so natural. Of course, half the battle is precisely to seem so cool, so funny, so natural.

It's much the same for writers, generally; someone very clever, incisive, and possibly more than a bit jaded said somewhere out there on the internets--"Writing is an illness not a profession.". It's always a commitment of some kind. But it's also a <i>compulsion</i>.

With my blogging, as with my writing, I wish that compulsion--how I feel it and how I act out on it--were more regular and consistent.

I've gotten better, I think. I've realized that blogging, more than some things, needs to be kept simple for the most part. It's much too easy to overcomplicate a post and let it make itself prohibitive. I do that much too often. Plenty of times I gear up for a mega meta post when a short, simple one would do just as well. And, assuming I ever even manage to finish that post, the next seems harder for it.

But I also need to try toget post somewhat regularly. It really isn't that hard so I can do it--I can even post from my phone. But I don't--but I should.

So, thus came to be this rambling musing post. I guess.

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