Holidailies has been a good experience. I've got some new blogs to look at, this blog -- which had been on its last legs -- has got a second wind, and I've been forced to write something every day. Funnily enough, some of the pieces I tossed off in fifteen minutes, on the spur of the moment, were the best of the lot.

I'm reminded of what a professor of mine once said. When I started college I decided to major in art. Why, I'm not sure. I must have been on one of my infrequent drawing binges. That lasted all of a semester. At the first drawing class I had the professor told us, "Artists draw every day. Artists want to draw every day. If you don't want to draw every day, you don't really want to be an artist."

That struck me as extreme. What? Every day! Impossible!

He was right. It was true that I didn't want to draw every day, but as it turned out, despite what I thought at the time, I didn't want to be an artist. Over the years, I came to realize that writing is something I want to do every day.

I haven't written every day, though, or nearly as much as I probably should. There have always been family and job responsibilities, and too many days when I just haven't felt inspired or up to the task.

I'm certainly not going to persist in blogging daily. For one thing I think it's too wearing on all of you whose comments make it worthwhile. However -- and this is not a resolution...I don't do resolutions -- maybe I will try to spend less time bemoaning my lack of writing time and make better use of what time I do have.