the gantlet

My blogging has become pathetic as of late. I will spare you the boring details as to why as they all boil down to the most boring and First World problem in the universe: lack of time. Even I am tired of hearing how busy I am. Shut me up, please.

I have thought of switching to Tumblr, as if somehow this new format will allow me to do something somewhere between tweets and the long, long-form essay type blogs I tend to do.

But WTF, I can do that here, too.

I'm throwing down the gauntlet, at myself. Daily blogs. Bring the blogging back. And next year, when I am less busy (stop talking about that !) vlogs. Don't say I didn't warn you.

 

The above photo is a gauntlet [actually, it is a gantlet. A gauntlet is a thing you walk through, says my ridiculous smart friend Marjorie, so I am now stupider than I thought] thrown, by the way. I probably use the term "throw down the gantlet" at least once per novel. I am fond of it. But I never actually imagined what it would look like. It looks like when C-3P0 lost his arm. I will have to reconsider using this phrase moving forward.

Oh, blogging, it's good to be back.