When I first dropped my blog-post-a-day habit on my author blog, I was twitchy.
At 10pm every night (my usual blogging time), I’d be antsy. On the off days, I’d feel like something was missing. You know that feeling you have when you know you should be doing something but you’re not quite sure what? That feeling.
But I got busy with other things and before I knew it, I was finding myself trying to remember if a day was a blog day or not. It doesn’t take long.
What I have noticed, however, is feeling more pressure than I ever did when I was cranking out a post a night.
Now that I’ve offloaded my quantity issues, I’m struggling with quality issues. I feel as though every post must earn its place. I’m tossing ideas around in my head wondering if they’re worthy enough to throw out there.
Before, I’d be grabbing at every passing thought trying to extrapolate 500 words from it. Now, I’m discarding more posts than I’m writing – before they’re even written.
The jury is out as to whether this is a good thing or not.
On one hand, I do have an ongoing document on my computer that contains a whole lot of snippets – ideas, thoughts, fragments. Most of it will never see the light of day on this blog, but some of it may turn up in other forms (heavily fictionalised, for instance) down the track.
On the other hand, I spent a considerable amount of time the other night fitting the names of my favourite blogs into the tune of the Twelve Days of Christmas before trashing the whole thing as ludicrous.
Quality versus quantity. Sometimes less is more pressure.