Writing for the sake of writing

Nothing terribly eventful is happening in my life, but I feel like writing something here anyway. Partly it's because it's only 2:41 and I'm out of studying to do and I'm bored, but it's also that I'm feeling pressured to write more. Certain people have referred to their own blogs expressing the sentiment of "I actually care about my blog... I write more than once a month."

To them I say... fine. I'll start taking this thing a bit more seriously. From now on, my goal is one post a week. Ambitious? Not really. An improvement? Yep.

It's not that I don't enjoy writing here -- I definitely do -- it's just that it's something I try to fit into my spare time. It's not a top priority of mine. I started writing this thing back in April, when I was feeling writing withdrawal (the KTR was nice, but it was an article a month, and English class... well, anyone familiar with Alan Hickerson knows how fulfilling THAT was). Now that I'm in college, I have three classes that are writing-heavy, and I'm trying to write for two student publications at once. Life isn't the same anymore.

Anyway, I'm not giving up on this project. Blogging is a beautiful thing -- you get an unbelievable amount of freedom to write about anything and everything. Free expression is amazing if you have the initiative to take advantage of it. So, to people who write blogs, I salute you. To people who are considering it but are unsure, I encourage you. And to people who used to write, but have since given up, I say... Guthrie, you are such a quitter. Stop being so lazy.

The big downside to writing here is that it's likely to make my sleep patterns even worse than they already are. I unfortunately made the recent discovery that my most brilliant work gets done at three in the morning. This has led me to screw up my internal clock in the worst way. I sleep from 3:30 to 11:30 some mornings, and from 5 to 1 on others, and so on, and so forth. This can't be good for me. I'm almost always getting in a solid eight hours, but still, I think there must be something wrong with me. (Besides the fact that everyone on my floor hates me whenever I get out of bed at one in the afternoon mumbling "g'morning.")

In fact, I may even sign up for some morning classes next semester. Like deliberately. I wouldn't have to change my courses; I could probably just switch the sections I was planning on requesting, and it would work out fine. As painful as it will be for me to do this, it's probably for the best.

I guess my 3AM writings have been good while they've lasted though. Today is most likely my last baseball article, a piece for the Daily about the Astros' performance in the World Series. I'm doing an NBA preview article for the Observer, which comes out Friday. I'm posting random babblings about life on this blog, writing to millions of adoring fans worldwide (a slight exaggeration perhaps, but you never know, it could be true). And I'm occasionally finding time to write papers and essays and things for classes.

But anyway, the clock has just struck 3:27 in the morning, and I'm tired of sitting at this computer. This infernal thing has brought nothing but bad news tonight. My fantasy football team, despite doing so well to improve to 5-2, even with Jake Delhomme and Troy Brown on a bye week, still can't break into first place. The snow that everyone had been forecasting for tomorrow night is now a 90% chance of more rain and a low temperature of 41. And my Daily article comes out looking weird on the website because the word "resumé" looks like a bunch of question marks. Stupid accent mark.

So... like I was saying... I'm going to bed. Clearly I get a bit cranky late at night, and I need tons of sleep. Big day tomorrow -- psych lecture, two loads of laundry (at least), and a Davis Square shopping spree (translation: I'm out of ramen). Okay, fine. Boring day tomorrow. Whatever.