So you may have noticed there’s been very little blogging going on around here lately. This is mainly the result of a particularly fraught couple of weeks (which aren’t over yet), but to be honest it has been a long time, due to personal circumstances, since I’ve been doing justice to what I had in mind when I started this blog. It isn’t having a lot less time as much as it is the fact that having a lot less time means I put way more pressure on myself to come up with something to say. I can tell because I still manage to find the time now and again to stare at the computer in a blank fit of despair wondering where my blogging mojo went. You can see my problem.
Anyway, I’m putting New Balls, Please on indefinite leave, into carbonite, condemning it to the Bronze Sector or cryogenically freezing it – pick your metaphor.
It may be that some time away from doing this will help me rediscover my zest for it, or that I’ll get a new perspective on what exactly it is I’m trying to do. Or not. I hope I will be back, but if I’m not, I want to thank everyone who’s read and commented here over the last seventeen months – you people are amazing and insightful and funny, and the real fun of doing this has always been in reading what you have to say back to me.
I’ll still be around on twitter (@newballsplease) and email (ybounden@hotmail.co.uk) if anyone has any genius thoughts that might help. In the meantime, sorry, thank you and sorry. Rest assured I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t feel that not blogging at all would be less of a blogging fail than the past few months have been.
So, yeah. Self-flagellation party at mine tonight.
