With a Proverbial Steel-Toed Boot

When I got one month behind with the blogging, I found it somewhat amusing. Two months behind and I started to get concerned. When I realised I'd reached a three-month gap, my subconscious panic manifested itself as writer's block and petty procrastination.

I'm now starring down a one-hundred-and-twelve-day deficit. I've had a draft entry for the Colca Canyon sitting on my Blogger dashboard for two weeks. I was trekking in the Canyon back on November 15th and 16th, 2009. That's three months and nineteen days ago.

If I don't give myself a good proverbial kick in the head -- and soon -- I might as well end it right here and now.

The blog, that is; not the travelling.

Getting behind on travel blogging is a positive feedback loop, in that if the madness is left unchecked, it will just continue to spin out of control. The problem is that, when I do sit down to blog, my mind drifts to my time in Japan last week. Climbing in and out of the second deepest canyon in the world was cool and all, but it just seems so bloody long ago. Two-thousand, six-hundred and eighty-eight hours ago¹, in fact. When you're travelling, there's always something new to write about. And even if those new experiences are that much less exciting than what you were doing 0.30685 years ago², it's still easier to write about that time I nearly cut myself shaving this morning because it's all front of mind.

The same bloody thing happens when it comes to photos. I completed a decent amount of post-processing over the past few days, but I ended up working on images from Kyōto and Tōkyō, instead of making further headway into my exposures from New Zealand and Australia.

(Since I have them done, I might as well post a couple. Otherwise, nobody will see these for months.)

Evening at Sensōji Temple

Running Through the Sensōji Marketplace

However, I don't want to stop the blogging and the photo work. Because even though most of it might be drivel, those occasion entries and images that illicit large amounts of positive feedback -- the ones that might delude me into feeling like a travelling Dave Barry, or a digital-age Ansel Adams -- are a Hell of a lot of fun.

So a proverbial kick in the head it is. I need to stop the whining and get on with the writing.

But first, I've got an episode of Lost to watch. And sleep. Sleep is always good.

Footnotes:
¹ A major form of procrastination is through my obsessively converting units of measurement.
² And again.