To write or not to write?

About half an hour ago, I wanted to write. I wanted to actually keep up a consistent blog about the multitude of my miscellaneous musings (maybe even including my love for alliteration...). Then I took my dog for a short walk around the block and lost most of that desire. I'm not sure what it was that drove it from me--maybe the fresh air helped clear my head of the absurd ambition, or maybe rolling my eyes and cringing at the way Winston yelps the entire time squelched my inspiration.

I don't quite know anymore. I don't want to start and not keep up with it--I'd just end up not writing any more than I do now, but feeling like a loser because of it. If I don't, though, I might wonder what could've come of it.

Thoughts?