I want to write, but I don’t know what to write about. I feel like I’ve kind of painted myself into a corner where I only really blog about two different things. Hiking trips I’ve taken and technical howtos. (I’m not counting neatlinks, that’s social bookmarking, not blogging.)
The technical howtos are easy, they practically write themselves, and I actually find them really satisfying to write because they’re so damn simple. That and they tend to be the posts I refer back to again and again. But I wouldn’t want my blog to consist of only those. Thank goodness their source of inspiration is sporadic.
The hiking posts are labors of love, heavy emphasis on labor. Writing about a hike is essentially writing about walking. Sometimes it’s hard to make interesting. And I find that the effort involved to select, resize, and retouch a bunch of photos and then to write about the experience requires totally different parts of my brain—thus two or more days to execute. Reading my blog you might think that my life consists of hopping from National Park to National Park. (That actually sounds like kind of a nice life.)
It’s just that I feel like I’ve really gotten away from writing about the impromptu, the daily life stuff, which is half the fun of blogging. I also feel like I’ve gotten away from taking risks, either in function or form. But for crying out loud, I’ve been blogging here non-stop for over 6 years. It’s kind of hard to stay original for that long.
So yeah, I really hate blogging about blogging, or vomiting a bunch of stream-of-consciousness stuff out on my blog (especially when I have nothing else concrete to write). I guess I’m just trying to get this out of my system. Like maybe admitting I have a problem is the first step to recovery. So there. I’ve said it. I don’t know what to write about. I’m occasionally bored of my blog. And it’s autumn. I blame autumn. Fall is a depressing season. It always bums me out.