Why I One-A-Day

Each night when I sit down at my PC, having spent an enjoyable evening doing the things I like, I remember that in order to complete the day and win my right to sleep I must write a 'one-a-day'. If I do not write my 'one-a-day', the guilt will drive me mad, and I'll have an awful night's sleep.

Why? Because deep down inside me there's this awful conscience that's constantly gnawing at my insides, telling me that if I don't I'll have let the side down - the side that consists of a growing number of people who appear to have given up on the whole 'one-a-day' process anyway.

I must admit, the reason I began doing this was purely to see if I could. While I felt that I had ample material from my travels to fill this up, the notion of writing something every day for a year was, at the time, an idea that I saw as a compelling challenge. It's a challenge alright, but one that is slowly ruining me and my ability to write.

Over the space of a month my reasoning for writing a blog each day has changed dramatically, and while I still feel a pang of excitement when I conjure up a subject that I deem interesting enough to broadcast to the few who read this blog, lately the continuation of this daily chore has become based purely on stubborn loyalty.

This likely stems from the fact that I leave myself hardly any time at all to write, most cases happening in the early hours of the morning just before I sleep. When I write reviews and essays and the like, it's usually midday or early afternoon. The reason being, any later and my writing turns to absolute shite - which is why so far I haven't written a single decent blog.

So with this blog I'm starting afresh. From now on I'm going to make an effort to give myself time to write a decent, fleshed-out piece with an interesting subject matter and much better structure. Hopefully it will once more encourage my creative juices to flow correctly. Instead of out of a hole in my anus.