As with everything else, you only want to when you're not. You only have something to say when you don't have an outlet. As I sit here, dreaming up topics I could expound on, I feel a bit silly.
It's all well and good at the end of the year when you've got best of lists to throw together, or when you've just finished a book, but in these great expanses of time in between, what is a fellow to do?
I don't believe in the contrived. If I'm going to blog, I want to blog with purpose.
So, dear unnamed thing, I'm breaking off our commitment. I still want to see you, of course, but I can't take this guilt. I'll be around. We can still be friends. I just need some time to think of something to say.