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The Difficulty of Being a Blogger

 This is a post I should probably have made right in the beginning and then linked to after each of my longer absences, but it never struck me to then, so I'm doing it now. Some you readers may think that writing a blog is just sitting behind a keyboard and banging away at it until something interesting comes out. Whether that's true or not (it is, but let's pretend it isn't so that I can give this post some substance), here are some of the reasons I find it hard to come out with a weekly blog post.

1. Laziness:


As those of you who have been following my blog fairly closely (and if you haven't, why not?) will probably know, I am possibly the laziest being ever to claim to not be a sloth or other equally lethargic animal (teenagers, for instance, are normally every bit as lazy). Writing a blog only takes me twenty minutes to half an hour, but I'm too lazy to get off my bum for even that length of time. Quite an impediment to blogging, I must say.

2. Topics:


Or a lack of them, as the case may be. Some weeks, there are so many topics that I see to blog about that I have a list of roughly twenty and then spend an hour poring indecisively over said list and then end up writing about nothing at all for several days, and other weeks, even the most strenuous exercise of my (admittedly limited and somewhat weakened by being a teenager) mental faculties leaves me without any ideas at all, causing me to write about some eighteenth century woman called Rassundari Das who is of interest to history teachers, history afficionados  and very few other people (http://ritvikmandyam.blogspot.in/2015/02/rassundari-das.html). Quite distressing, really.

3. I just don't feel like it... syndrome:


I know it's the same thing as lethargy, but I'm too lazy to think of anything else to put here, so let's pretend it's something completely different. You see, I generally prefer to blog when I'm in a writerly (is that a word?) mood. For instance, immediately after the perusal of a volume of P.G.Wodehouse or a Sherlock Holmes or something else equally stimulating mentally. The rest of the time, the prose refuses to flow, rather like (those who do not appreciate somewhat disgusting scatalogical humour, please proceed to the next paragraph. Seriously.) poop while constipated. Lovely comparison, isn't it?

Seriously, though, I'd like to ask you to forgive my 10-day hiatus. I've been busy with other things like being lazy and stuff. As usual, leave your comments below. I'll add a facebook comments thing as well, so all you non - Google+ users don't feel left out. Until next time, cheerio.

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