whole in the middle

So it has been a while. (No-one noticed, not even me). I've been thinking about blogging a lot lately, about how it can make you feel like the school outcast without even trying. I am usually way to scared/paranoid to use my blog name when commenting on blogs etc, so I deny myself the route to readers. No-one knows I'm here. This is both wonderful and weird. I seek validation as much as the next neurotic writer online, but feel instinctively that my blog is not 'quality' in the way I think it ought to be. This is diary blog; self-absorbed rabbiting - no narrative center, no narrative drive.

Maybe it was always going to happen that a procrastination blog would end up being avoided by me.

Besides, I like conversations. And whatever people say, blogging is public speaking. Soapbox. You build it, they will come etc. It's a monologue first, a dialogue distant second.

Maybe after the PhD, when my withdrawal symptoms kick in, I'll be a better blogger. Whatever that means.