Regrets, I’ve had a few

Well, it’s official. I don’t care about this blog anymore. I’ve had it for three years and that seems to be my upper limit for investing in projects that don’t have external motivation or a tangible return. I never really posted for attention, mainly for my own interest. I’ve gained no more than a handful of subscribers, and I don’t feel like doing the work to get more.

So I guess this is the end.

I don’t know if I ever had a goal with blogging. Just the desire to try. To see what happened. To help me build a routine around writing, but in the last three years I’ve learned that as much as routines help me navigate my daily life, they completely derail my creativity. Being obliged to write is the surest way of rendering me incapable of writing.

And, like…I’m bored of it. I don’t even read blogs with any regularity. I’d rather read a book. And blogs about writing tend to focus on beginner stuff that I’ve heard before, tried before, and either have already integrated into my habits or have discarded because it didn’t work.

Blogging is one of the latter. A habit I want to discard because it’s not bringing me joy. It’s not selling any books, either. And to be perfectly honest, that matters to me almost as much as the joy.

If you want to stay in my circle, I’m active here: https://www.threads.net/@willforrestthewriter

If you like my writing, find my fiction here:  https://willforrest.com/books/

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