I think this month of blogging every day has had the opposite effect I'd hoped for.
Instead of forcing me to be more creative and disciplined, it frustrated and bored me. Compelled to post every day, I fell back on talking about the easiest thing...myself.
I realize PYtB has become little more than a Myspace page most of these days and I'm a pretty sick about it. It took a little over four months to become fabulously boring. It's like a love affair gone quickly stale, after you got your hopes up by it's electric beginnings.
I blame the 31 in 31, but not because it's a bad idea for everyone - it was just a bad idea for me. In future, if I decide to accept a daily writing discipline challenge, I'll do it privately and only publish what's worthy.
On the other hand, I suppose starting another blog simultaneously to the exercise may have had something to do with it...