Found this on Slate yesterday. Blogoholism - great word. The first step in solving your problem is admitting that you have one, so, yeah, I'm a blogoholic. And it kinda bugs me. Even as I've just secured a deal with these guys to work on my other site, even as I religiously follow my favorite dozen or so blogs, even though I'm making an effort to post on DC and this site more frequently...
Right now I'm working on two books. The one is humming along nicely - we've gotten some amazing contributors on board, and we're in the process of wrapping up the proposal and putting it out to publishers. I have two pieces to write for the book - the intro, and an essay. And I'm under a deadline. The other is in the outline phase - actually, it's a work in progress, a "year in the life" kinda thing, so I'm not feeling a whole lot of pressure on that end.
What's buggin' is the nagging fear that I'm forsaking my literary responsibilities (bookwriting, and reading - I used to be a voracious reader; now if I get through a book in two weeks it's a major accomplishment) for my blog habit. Ah well. Can't kick entirely - blogging has been good to me. Guess I'll have to be a functioning blogoholic. Sneaking looks at Dooce on my web-enabled cellphone, hiding extra laptops in the back of cabinets and under the carseats, recording podcasts in the stalls of public restrooms...
