I read on Cracked recently about a man who exhaustively recorded his own life in a diary. It was in such obsessive detail that he logged the chunks of time he spent logging the events of his life. There was a record of every meal, every bowel movement. I worry that's what it would be like to try and blog as much as I do without internet access.
Of course, it's not like I'd be doing loads of stuff if there were no internet and I wasn't being held accountable for it. Like I said earlier today, I like being exposed like this.
If I were doing this one-way, putting stuff up online without any way to get on the internet and see other people's work, I think I'd spend a lot of time at the library.
This is a very weird train of thought, and I don't know how to make it come together right now. But I want to come back to it. Maybe I'll try it some time, for like a week.