|'Under the Trees' by Thomas Moran|
Although there were many pleasant days in it, I admit I haven't had the most comfortable summer. A lot of the time I felt like I was being pulled in two directions. While I was outdoors, I was always thinking of writing work I ought to be doing. While I was inside working, I was thinking rather guiltily that I ought to be outdoors enjoying myself. All that was entirely my own fault, of course, and I'll have to do things differently next summer vacation.
But I have other things to think of for this autmn. To be frank, I haven't been entirely satisfied with the quality of my blogging lately. I can put some of that down to my divided summer, I suppose, but that's not the only reason. There have been plenty of times when I couldn't write a post because I was just suffering from Internet burnout, a consequence of spending the bulk of my internet time on less important things. I want this autumn to be different. I'd like to write something of substance, whether that means writing less frequently, choosing my topics with more care, or anything else it takes.
Perhaps another part of my blogging difficulties is that I'm still not quite sure of my identity as a blogger. I don't have a how-to writing blog; I don't have a dedicated book review blog. It's not simply a personal blog that's a journal of my daily life. I suppose I could call it the personal blog of a writer, but maybe I haven't quite figured out what the personal blog of a writer is just yet. I feel a bit like Mary Bennet, wishing to say something very sensible, yet knowing not how.