If ever I'm asked whether I'm tempted to give up blogging, I'd like to think I would be able to come up with an answer like this:
"No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake. Loose ends, things unrelated, shifts, nightmare journeys, cities arrived at and left, meetings, desertions, betrayals, all manner of unions, adulteries, triumphs, defeats ... these are the facts..."
Alexander Trocchi (1925–1983)
But I would be sure to add: ..."And it feels good to share them."