Not a post

I woke this morning and had a strong urge not to write a blog post. Or, for that matter, anything.

This isn't precisely correct. It would be more accurate to say I had an urge to write something, but felt like a pillock for having that urge. Each January, as I emerge from the cheffing black hole which is December I realise, groaning that all the good intentions I started the previous January with have evaporated like campaign promises. Keen students of the Fallaize writing process will have noted, down the years, a pronounced upswing in activity in the January of each year, followed by a pathetic dribbling off as I fail to keep up with even the frankly modest targets that I set myself.

So my thinking went thus: oh God no, not that cliche again

No, it's too obvious. New Year, more blog posts.

You know you won't keep it up.

But then...

If I don't write anything at all, I won't even have the stuff I get done in Januray, when I have good intentions, to look back on.

Is it better to have a month's worth of writing than no writing at all?

I suppose so...

So here I am, for my annual brief period of good intentions to be followed by acres of nothing. At least the pressure's off. Happy 2018, y'all.