This is the last weeknote I intend to write, at least for the near future.
Posting these regular bulletins has given me great pleasure over the years, but I’m no longer enjoying the process as much as I used to. There are two reasons for this.
First: I’m not a fan of arbitrary deadlines, especially when they threaten to make my hobbies feel like work. The weeknote format, by its very nature, dictates when I’m allowed to begin writing an entry, as well as the amount of time I’m allowed to spend writing it before I must post it online. This wouldn’t be a problem if I wasn’t such a slow writer, but I am. I’ve spent many Monday evenings scrambling to finish a post so I could publish it before bedtime, and it’s starting to wear thin on me. I don’t want to experience this kind of anxiety over a hobby that is supposed to be fun.
Second: weeknotes take time away from other things I want to write. While I try to set aside some time for writing each day, in practice I’m only able to indulge myself two or three times a week. If I dedicate one of my rare writing days to weeknotes, I’m left with one less day to spend on everything else I want to explore. The result? A drafts folder full of unfinished blog posts, unexplored ideas, and unpleasant feelings.
I’ve written fifty-two weeknotes since posting my first one in November 2018. A pretty good showing, if I say so myself. I’ve had a lot of fun writing these. However, I think I’ve wrung out as much enjoyment out of this practice as I’m ever going to get. It’s time to move on.
Dear reader, thank you for following along. I promise you that I will continue to use this blog to turn my personal trauma into cheap entertainment for you. It just won’t be in weeknote format anymore.