One of the challenges with my blogging is that I got a new computer. That seems like a small thing but - after much reluctance and lying to myself - I am finally able to admit that I hate the damn thing. There's nothing wrong with it (it's a Microsoft Surface, which I know is quite popular.) But nevertheless, there is something about it that completely repels me. I have never spent less time on my computer than the last year or so when I've had my Surface. That might sound like a good thing, but all it's meant is that I've just spent more time on my phone, mindlessly surfing, instead of doing something productive like writing. If form follows function, I think function can also be shaped by form. The tiny screen, the miserable little keyboard, the finicky mouse...it just makes me want to run shrieking.
It's actually quite cathartic to say this out loud. I didn't want to be one of those people who resists change, so I kept trying to convince myself that I would grow to love it. After all, I didn't want a laptop and now years later, I still fondly remember my first one. (A Dell, by the way.) But I've given this hideous piece of technology a fair shake and it's just not going to happen. We were never meant to be, Surface. But at least we tried. (I think I tried more than you, to be totally honest.)
Anyway, it's not New Years...or my annual birthday goal setting...but nevertheless, I'm setting a goal of getting back to writing more regularly. Even though I'm pretty sure I'm just shouting into the void with this blog, it's something I want to do for me.