Well, that worked.

Like a lot of people, I find it really easy to start something, but the act of actually getting around to doing the tough bits towards the end often kicks my apathy into gear, particularly when it comes to things like documenting my trips. I wrote practically nothing about my jaunt to Malaysia, and far less than I could have about the time I spent in England, so I thought that this time, having finished riding across the country and back on my bike, I would coax myself into doing things properly by committing not to write any other blog material until I had finished writing up my trip notes into proper journal entries. In one respect; that I finished my writing, this was a success. However it also meant that I did no other writing of substance for the subsequent 13 months or so while I procrastinated about getting on with the job.

The business and other madness of life that went on in the meantime certainly didn’t help, but obviously the tactic I employed didn’t have quite the type of effect that I had hoped for.

On the bright side, I’m aiming to get back into writing more habitually now that it’s all done, and with any luck I’ll be able to pick up where I left off in terms of contemplation, articulation, and other forms of glorified navel-gazing.

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