1) I confess that I don’t read a lot of writer’s blogs anymore. It has nothing to do with their published work, and I’m sure they’re all a nice, intelligent lot with many incredible insights into all aspects of life on this planet. However, the repetition gets overwhelming and exhausting – one person makes a post about some minute part of the writing/publishing world, and it gets picked up by five other writers, and suddenly there’s an explosion of commentary on something I didn’t need more than one post about. I don’t need to read 27 separate diatribes about the current state of the genre short story market, for example. 
I also don’t like how many of the posts tend to become “pronouncements” – as in, “I am Teh Writer, therefore This Is The Definitive Statement on X, Y or Z”, followed by 1000 comments that read: “Bravo!”, “Applause!”, “Hugs”, or “You are so brave.” I get burned out by that type of posting and commenting. It seems smug and false to me. Again – not talking about specific people, just about blogs in general, and the so-called online “writing culture”. I’m not interested in starting fights. Then again, no one ever links to my shit (thank GOD!), so I don’t think you 3.7 readers will suddenly bolt in the onslaught of “fuck you, wannabe” comments. You 3.7 readers are so brave. ::applause!::
FYI, the blogs I like best are by writers who tend to have an even mix of posts about writing and other subjects.
2) I confess that I’d rather subscribe to magazines other than the ones I submit my short stories to. Not that I don’t take submission research seriously: I’ve bought single issues for probably around 25-30 different sf/f/h markets. But there’s no way I could take out 25-30 subscriptions. I’ve come to believe it’s more important for me to subscribe to magazines that publish content that might come in handy for my own writing someday. Like, National Geographic and Scientific American. I have subscriptions to both of these markets. I also read Harpers, The New Yorker, and Seed. Yeah, I read Vogue and Vanity Fair occasionally – but for the articles! I swear! 
3) I confess that I get tired of writing, and sometimes I go for weeks at a time without putting a single word on paper. AND I DON’T FEEL GUILTY. You know, theatres are dark every Monday, to give the actors and crews a chance to rest up and recharge. I think everyone who does something creative with their life needs to “go dark” once in a while, whether it’s a day or a month or a couple of years. And you shouldn’t have to justify or apologize for it. Everyone needs a fucking break, right? I’ve been writing pretty much non-stop since the start of Clarion, so that’s well over a year now – a year of writing about life, but not really living it. When I head off to Europe next week, I’m planning on not writing. I’m going to stare at buildings and trees, and eat and drink all manner of bad things, and stare off into space and take afternoon naps, and not write one fucking word. There’ll be plenty of time left in the year to write my sooper blockbuster novel when I get back home.