That’s Ayelet Waldman at Salon, touching on the first of several reasons she stopped blogging.
I wanted to throw this up here real quick this week because it says so much about why I decided to take another breather and stay away from hacking through a bunch of emotional turmoil here moment-by-moment. Some of that has abated, which is why I wanted to post the link above. The other part is that she’s very right about the other big problem with blogging: the blogging is fucking with my real writing. When your goal is to write books, and someday make a living doing it, well… this moment-by-moment knee-jerk gut-reaction real-time stuff is a very different type of writing from the mull-over-your-experiences-distill-reimagine-setup-imaginary-template-plot-out-cut-distill-squeeze type that I do in my book and story writing, and switching gears is a bitch.
And that’s a problem. And I don’t have a solution to it, except to close up shop a few weeks a month, or stem the tide of posts, limit myself to once a day.
I’m going to need to find a way to balance a lot of things in the coming weeks and months, and blogging’s going to be one of them…