For the past few weeks, almost past two months, I’ve been blogging up a storm, posting an average of three to four pieces a day on the weekdays, sometimes as many as seven. Delighted with this increased prolificness, I assumed it would continue.
I had planned four posts for Wednesday, but ended up writing only one. When I sat down to blogging, my mind was elsewhere. I could not focus. It was a labor to write the one post I did get up yesterday. The words did not flow as I would have liked them to.
When I was done, I felt a lot like I did when I used to run competitively. After a big race, I’d be beat; it might take me a day or two to resume my normal running routine. Then, I pushed myself to my physical limit. One minute, I’m running the fastest I could run, the next I could barely manage a jog.
Maybe this process holds true for writing. One day I can whip out five posts, the next I can barely write one.Â It seems there’s a word for it, something like compensation. (But, then again, there are some bloggers who manage to post thoughtful pieces at a steady pace seven days a week.)
I don’t quite know how to explain this phenomenon, but I do expect to resume regular blogging today, perhaps at the pace of past days or perhaps at a more “deliberate” rate.
Or maybe it’s just that I didn’t refrain from blogging on Saturday (the Jewish Sabbath) as is normally my wont. And the Sabbath is there for a reason. Our psyche does need a day of rest.
Such rest rejuvenates us, giving us energy for the rest of the week.
*Not sure this is the right word.