Every so often, I come back to blogging — having never gotten over the loss of Google Reader (which is, I write somewhat facetiously, where we started to go wrong as a civilization) — though I never stay for long, and never know what I want to say. I’ve blogged about knitting, about what I’m reading, about my quiet and voluntarily circumscribed life, but it never seems to stick.

I wonder if it’s because I’m always trying to find The Thing that will launch me to whatever heights I’ve been dreaming of: a popular knitter! A well-respected book blogger! An admirable spinster in her garret! I’m not blogging just to blog, which can be in its own reward — which really is just a subset of writing for the joy of writing.

So! I’m going to try again, and see what kind of a mix I come up with this time. Hopefully it sticks a bit better this go-around.