And he's probably right. After all, when it comes to social media I'm a total sloth. I've twice signed up to Twitter, and both times I've spent mere seconds flailing around like a complete hashtw@t before cancelling the account. My myspace account lives up to its name, being somwhat reminiscent of the void in which our blue planet spins. And when it comes to updating my blog, well I'm the first to admit that I'm a right lazy blogger.
I struggle enough as it is to find time to write, promote my work, spend time with my family and all the other day-to-day management of crap that life throws at us. For the blog, specifically, I think it's mostly a combnation of not finding the time, and having nothing noteworthy to blog about. Personally, I can find a better use for what little spare time I have than write about what I had for tea that night, what I saw on the telly, what hilarious thing the cat did today, or just whinge about work, which pretty much sums up other blogs I have read. Or maybe I've just been reading the wrong ones...
But I guess I do need to try. As it goes, I have a few irons in the fire and some upcoming events...er...coming up, so hopefully my next blog entry will contain something of worth. Whatever happens, my pledge to you is this: it certainly won't be about the cat.
Because I don't have one.