The halcyon days of Quiddity are long over: my interest in blogging these days is all but nonexistent. I think even the most gregarious self-interested social networking lunatic has a snapping point: my blog has a backlog of snarky parodies, personal reflection and chatter on the act of writing to shame a dozen eager blogging beavers, so I am content to let it rot. You can tell my blog is lacking in spark as the last ten non-book-centred posts are about how little I blog.
So: this year, less bookage. It is entirely possible I have become tyrannised by reading in the hope of reading everything published ever, so it’s time to pull back and focus on staring down the blank pages.