The Stages of Blogging

Denial - I'm going to blog every single. Penetrating insights and witty aperçus will pour out of my fingers in an endless torrent.

Anger - Fuck, I can't think of anything to write about.

Bargaining - I'll write a blog post after this next hour of YouTube.

Depression - Nobody reads the fucking thing anyway. What's the point? Hint: there is none.

Acceptance - I'll blog sporadically when I've got something to say and an interesting manner in which to say it.

I think The Rutter Continuum has arrived at the final stage.

Take Another Little Piece of My Heart Now, Baby

In vivid contrast to romantic rejection, which customarily arrives in a single crushing blow like a massive brain haemorrhage, literary rejection is more akin to having one’s muscle mass slowly consumed by flesh eating bacteria. The rejections arrive, one at time, heralded by the primitive two dimensional envelope icon of the Gmail alert. The effect of each rejection, while of minor significance in themselves, gradually accrete over time until the writer’s sense of self worth is nothing but a husk that will crumble to dust at a touch.

 The full article is on the Red Sofa NaNoWriMo blog.