My inner monologue over the past few months.

It’s been a crazy couple of years, right? First of all, lockdown didn’t seem so bad. Obviously, it was terrible that cinemas were forced to close but the silver lining was that suddenly I was in full control of what I could write about and there was time to catch up with things I’d always wanted to cover.

But as 2020 turned into 2021, things changed for me and I’m not entirely sure why.

The words dried up. The motivation faltered and disappeared for days – weeks on end. The blog became a chore, a hobby turned into an obligation and, bit by bit, a relaxation, a creative release became a source of stress and anxiety. The more I put things off, the more they piled up and played on my mind as my sometimes prolific output dwindled away to practically nothing.

I haven’t been enjoying blogging – especially the technical effort required to maintain a blog – for a while now, but I don’t know if I’m ready to give it up. I think I’ve lost a sense of myself in my writing and in what I want to do. Why do I blog? Why do any of us blog? What and who am I writing for? I don’t think I know anymore and I think I need to take time to find my inner blogger again. To rediscover the passion for writing about movies and TV again or maybe to discover that it’s behind me and find something else to enjoy.The long and the short of it is I’ve decided to take a break away from the blog and possibly from social media altogether while I figure out what I want to do next.So if you’re a regular reader of thecraggus.com (if there even are such things), thank you so very much for coming on this journey of the past eight and a half years with me. Perhaps we’ve reached journey’s end or – maybe – this is just a temporary hiatus and I’ll be back. I only know one truth: it’s time for thecraggus.com to end*

*for now.

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