{"id":242,"date":"2010-02-02T19:24:44","date_gmt":"2010-02-03T02:24:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/?p=242"},"modified":"2010-02-02T19:24:44","modified_gmt":"2010-02-03T02:24:44","slug":"the-daily-blog","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/?p=242","title":{"rendered":"The Daily Blog"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m not sure I can do it.  I was sure from the start that I wouldn&#8217;t make it to 365 consecutive blogging days without a break. My previous record was about 70 days, and I thought maybe I could beat that.  Now I&#8217;m not sure.  I&#8217;m pulled in too many directions, feeling too worn down.  I have plenty to blog about.  I&#8217;ve read books I haven&#8217;t mentioned, thought up ideas I haven&#8217;t explored.  Material abounds but not focus, drive, or particular purpose in continuing to blog daily when I feel so tired and pulled apart.  I promised no one but myself, and that&#8217;s a promise that can be broken at any point.<\/p>\n<p>This is day 33.  It&#8217;s a Tuesday, so I was supposed to write a poem, but I won&#8217;t because I only just now remembered that it was Tuesday at all, much less the day on which I had thought I might write poems.  Maybe tomorrow.  Maybe next week.  Not today.<\/p>\n<p>I wonder why I would keep going, or why I wouldn&#8217;t be more lenient with myself about days off.  People even take days off from their vows for Lent.  Why not expect or even schedule days off?<\/p>\n<p>No reason at all.  I have only the perverse thing inside that wants to assure itself it spends time each day writing.  I have fooled that thing, though, by posting pictures or otherwise evading writing as duty.  It is not a duty.  It is merely a desire.<\/p>\n<p>And so because I am too tired and have too much else on my mind to say much more today than maybe I will quit this tomorrow, or maybe I won&#8217;t, I will leave you with this.<\/p>\n<p>Cornbread<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/sgerald\/4326904556\/\" title=\"IMG_1670 by Sharon Gerald, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm5.static.flickr.com\/4038\/4326904556_be8ed1baa9.jpg\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" alt=\"IMG_1670\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Camellia<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/sgerald\/4326170155\/\" title=\"IMG_1643 by Sharon Gerald, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2766\/4326170155_34334cf555.jpg\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" alt=\"IMG_1643\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Apropos of nothing.  Except&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>I remembered to make cornbread because I mentioned cornbread yesterday in a blog post.  That&#8217;s all.  Not much there to remark upon.<\/p>\n<p>The flowers I saw in the cemetery when I went for a walk this afternoon.  I took other pictures, but I don&#8217;t want to post them because it seems to me that the losses are too fresh in that cemetery.  I don&#8217;t want to disturb them.  It is not the same at all as pictures from a historic cemetery where the pain of loss is a hundred years or more in the past.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe I should have gone in a different direction today.  Maybe I should have looked for something to cheer myself up or calm the stress that I feel.  But there in the cemetery among the fresh losses I felt I had no right to even see I also saw the only sign of life I&#8217;ve run across lately at all.  Where else are the flowers in bloom on February 2 after a cold front has just been through?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m not sure I can do it. 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