I'm the worst blogger in the history of all blogs. One entry in three years? Guess I don't have much to say. So here I am on a slow Sunday and I logged on to blog, but I don't want to blog, either. I should just let this thing go away.
That's the thing about writing, or anything, really. There's always a question after "Can you?": Will you?
It's not the idea of writing or creating that bothers me, it's the idea of someone else inside my writing, inside my head. There's a certain selflessness necessary to artistic creation, and I don't know whether I have it. Guess we'll see.