I’m sorry. I’m really sorry about it, you know? I’d really like to read your blog. But I never seem to find the time.
I know you’re putting a lot of effort into it. I know it takes time. Maybe you even plan things ahead and deny yourself simple comforts to do it. I admire that. I think you’re up to something good. I’d really like to show my support. I’d really like to read your blog.
It’s not just a question of time, you know. It’s about the screen, too. Reading stuff on a screen isn’t bad, but it’s not that good, either. Not after a day of writing on the same screen. It dries up the eyes. It reddens them. It’s not your writing, don’t worry. It’s just the screen.
I’d really like to read your latest post. Find out what you’ve been up to. Whether you’re blogging about books and writing, photography, or fashion. Whether science is your thing, or you’re a film buff, or an art critic. Reading your blog is like getting to know you. I’d like that. I’d like to comment on it, too.
You probably have things to say, things you feel you have to say. That’s why you post on your blog. Your blog isn’t just a bunch of pages lost in the world wide web. It’s an extension of who you are, a digital instance of your multi-dimensional existence. It’s a big thing, you know.
I don’t read half as many blogs as I would like to. I’m ashamed. Today, for instance, I wanted to read at least three blogs. I ended up reading none.
You can blame it on Shen Fu. Shen Fu was a 19th-century Chinese official. He was quite in love with his wife, Yun. He wrote The Old Man of the Moon. I read it. I read that and it satisfied my need for reading. I then did other things.
But that is really only an excuse. Bad time management could be another. And unsocial ready habits yet another.
There are 24 hours in a day, and I don’t sleep more than 7 or 8. Sixteen hours should be enough for at least three blogs…
I am really ashamed of myself. I don’t read as many blogs as I would like to. I need to do something about it.
How many blogs do you read on a normal day?