How I've Written Myself into a Corner

This blog is somewhat troublesome.  It's a love hate thing.  I love it because it's made me practice writing.  And writing for public consumption, which has been inspiring and terrifying.  And I think I've gotten better over these last four years.  That's also a love thing.  But now I feel pressure to write something good.  And a lot of time I don't have time to write anything good.  I'm too busy with stitches and pukey camp trips--both topics that deserve well written posts that may never happen--to actually do the thinking and the coercing and the writing that good writing requires.  And so I write nothing.  For long periods of time.

And I don't know how to bridge the gap.

So tell me, dear Readers--if you are still there--what is better for this blog.  Daily posts that are somewhat mediocre and sometimes meaningless, or infrequent posts that really say something.  'Cause I don't know the answer.

P.S.  This blog has also revealed to me my tendency toward beginning sentences with conjunctions, which is not really acceptable, except that is how I actually talk in life.  I think.  You can weigh in on that one, too, if you want.  Acceptable or annoying?