At the start of this month, I let the Interverse know that I would blog each weekday during the month of July. I should have heeded Ecclesiastes 5, which speaks of never vowing rashly. I believe I chose the worst month to undertake a writing project like this, especially given how out of practice I am with the sort of blogging a reader might expect here. (I'm fishing for your expectations here: please leave them in the comments.)
The rationale behind a daily blog update was 1) I hadn't posted in a while; 2) I felt guilty for not posting in a while; 3) I thought it might be a good exercise to write something new every day. While I won't exactly call this a failed experiment, it's getting there. I've reposted things I've already written (which goes against the spirit of "write every day"--though I will say that I've at least lightly edited each piece), and I've posted a lot of quotes. This isn't necessarily a bad thing: I think Chesterton's a smarter, more engaging writer than I am, so it's probably almost a boon.
But still, as for cultivating writerly discipline, I have not succeeded. And for this, I ask you to forgive me.
I have some good post ideas if I can ever find the time to flesh them out. Of course, you might have to come back in August, when I have more time to develop them, to read them.