With all the respect in the World to Dave2.

Sometimes I regret that I’m a “daily blogger.”

The reason I write daily is because I know my blog would die a long, slow death if I started skipping days. First I’d skip once or twice a month… then skip once or twice a week… and then, before I even realize it, I’m struggling to write two entries a month. At which point Blogography is dead. I’ve seen it happen with other blogs many times before. And so I continue to post something every single day, even if I don’t have anything to write about or I’m going through something that can’t be blogged.

Like today.

I got nuthin’…

I read this entry from Dave2 a few days ago, and boy did it stir a lot of emotions in me.

I think i’ve known on some level that this blog was destined to die the slow painful death Dave2 mentions in his post (which is in itself brilliant since he posted about posting nothing).

I saw this commercial on tv where this grandma is bothering this young woman eating oatmeal at some fast food chain (I think it’s McDonald’s) and the twist of the commercial is that the grandma is a blogger and she exclaims: “I gotta Blog about that!”. I remember 5-6 years ago when I would say this – or any variation thereof – twenty times a day.

  • Videotron technician installs my new modem and leaves 150 yards of coax cable in a jumbled mess under my desk? I gotta Blog about that!
  • Someone in my family goes to the dentist? I gotta Blog about that!
  • There’s a piece of cheese in my glass of water? I gotta Blog about that!
  • I read a new book? I gotta Blog about that!
  • Saw a guy pick his nose on the bus? I gotta Blog about that!
  • Nothing special happened today? I gotta Blog about that!

Those were the days. Nowadays, I feel like I never have anything to Blog about. I’ll post pictures on Facebook, check-in on Foursquare and Tweet all day, but when it comes down to writing something on this blog… Nothing. I feel like I have become a grandma of the good old days of blogging.

At the same time, I feel like I’m just following the newer generations of on-line people: I just want everything right now without having to wait for anything.

What I loved about blogging has been overshadowed by the instant gratification I get from the newer ways to interact instantaneously with all of you. Gone are the days where thinking about a blog post all day, then writing it at night in front of the TV, setting it to post at midnight only to read comments the next day were part of the excitement of blogging. Now it’s make a quick reply on Twitter or post a few insane comments on Facebook between a few tasks at work, get a few laughs/replies and move on to the next task, until the next micro-break. Repeat ad nauseam.

Maybe I just need a break from all that instant gratification stuff and really rekindle my love for the written word, making a giant pied-de-nez to all those self-imposed rules about not blogging about this or that. Maybe I just need to give up and finally pull the plug on this blog – it’s been on life support for quite a while now.

Maybe I just need an actual vacation.



Forgive me father, for I will sin…

It’s been too many days since my last blog post.

Yes, this is one of those posts about not posting. Yes, this is a blog post about blogging, or not blogging as the case may be.

If you’re a fan of LeSombre, you most probably noticed that the blogging frequency here has been less than stellar in the past ten months or so. There’s a whole lot of reasons for that, most of them too personal to mention here. To be honest, I have more than 20 incomplete drafts that will never see the light of day.

I know, I know. When you’re having fun publicly, it’s kind of expected that you’d be miserable publicly too. I don’t get this. I won’t abide by that rule.

I read something on a blog recently – in the past few months – that really resonated with me. I forget the exact quote or the blog where it came from, I’m really sorry, but it went something like this:

The more I blog, the less I have to talk about.

That’s exactly what is happening with me. Not that I think I’m a world renown blogger, but I am more known now than I was when I started writing here. Way back when, it was easy to write stories about my life in a way where I could say all kinds of – sometimes nasty – stuff about people I knew without sounding like it was about them. Nowadays, I’m hard pressed to find a way to blog about a frustrating experience at work without people at work (yes, they read this blog) thinking it’s about them. The same goes about stuff happening at home, it’s hard to blog about things that affect me without making them sound that it’s about a pretty specific person.

Sometimes it is, and I can live with that. Sometimes it’s not, and that’s when it gets hard to hit publish.