I've figured out my problem Grandma Barb, and as with so many other problems in my life, this one is my mom's fault. I'll start from the beginning: I got your email and was properly ashamed, so I decided to go check out my blog and maybe make a post. First, though, I had to find my blog. This task proved to be "exceeding difficult" (that's how Mr. Burns described taking candy from a baby when he decided to test the old adage). Okay, maybe it wasn't exceedingly difficult, but difficult enough to be slightly comical. In the end, I navigated to The Bright Side through a link provided on Pieholden Suite (thanks Ben and Elissa).

Anyways, once I arrived, I started reading through the posts, from top to bottom, which was a bit confusing, and laughing at my own jokes--even as Amiee rolled her eyes. So I was like, "This was a pretty good blog--what happened?" And then I noticed that the last post before the Great Silence was not even authored by me, but by my mom. She knew that my blog was "blowing up" (cool slang for "rapidly gaining popularity") with poems almost every day and comments on almost every post, so she had to come into my house with her fancy English major poetry and steal all my readers. My own mother! No wonder I stopped blogging, right?

But perhaps the real lesson of the day is that Derek is a nag-powered creature (and I use nag in the nicest sense possible), meaning that if the right people prod me enough about some worthwhile thing I should do and I get enough "nag in the tank," then I'll probably do it. Although this is better than me not being powered at all, I think one of the most important challenges facing me right now is to transition from nag-power to a more internal motivational fuel. I'll let you know how that transition goes (but you might need to remind me).