I love blogging. I really do. Whether anyone reads what I write or not. It’s the modern version of commonplacing, and no matter how many times over the years I’ve decided to quit, I always come back to it.
The most read posts are the technical posts, which are few and far between. Stuff about computers. Stuff about cameras. Stuff about hacks.
That stuff is fine, but I love the other stuff more. I mostly write the technical posts so that I can remember how I did something if I have to come back and do it again (thus far, I never have, so they’re more orphans and historical curiosities than anything else).
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I’m sitting here and it’s 1:16 in the morning. The kids are asleep, I’m waiting for a divorce to be finalized, my life is in near financial ruin as a result, I have a task list a mile long.
But I’m chipping away at little things that need to be done on my blog. Prepping and placing images. Fixing responsiveness on videos. Making an offline backup.
It’s a labor of love. After all these years, that’s what it is, clearly—a labor of love.