META: You can't spell hypocrite without rite. You can't even spell write. Heck, you can't spell right.

I am such a hypocrite. I post this lovely meta-comment about how I'm back to writing every night, and to compensate I'm going to cut down the number of words per blog entry to a couple of hundred to keep things manageable.

The next day, no blog entry. The day after that, a 1000-word screed.

I guess this is how writers are, but I thought I was better than that. Sorry, gentle readers. I'll continue to try to do better.

The words of an old hymn I once heard the Blind Boys sing divinely well have haunted me lately.

I'm not what I ought to be,

But I ain't what I used to be

And I'm getting better all the time