You see, most of us like to live on the edge. With others, they stockpile chapters. They build a dam. They hold onto the water bubbling on the other side, letting it build before they reach a limit and let the water flow at a uniform pace. They get used to this set-up. They grow accustomed to their comfort, seeing as they shun away the Bad Times of content drought. Soon they don't see their comfort as a virtue but a norm. They start to get lazy. They see the build-up of the dam and think "damn, I'm alright for the next few weeks". They grow lazy, and soon they get into the monotony of simply letting the water flow instead of keeping that dam filled.
By the time the dam dries up, the reality hits. The norm of the Bad Times is long gone. Comfort had taken a toll on them, and as they struggle to fill the dam, they found themselves dejected, seeing as their past practices had driven them to an involuntary content drought.
Us? We brave the rivers. We, stupid men, brave the waters naked. We barely have a log on the end of the waterfall to keep the dam up. Some of us don't even have a log. We run the dry stretch from one lake to another by the skin of our teeth with nothing but the vitality that'll hopefully carry us to the next release schedule. To us, every day is Bad Times, but that is only for namesake. It is our lifeblood; the thing that keeps us alive. Sitting on content for us is like being a caveman in a ball. Comfort is alien; even hostile to us. Bad Times aren't bad times, they're the daily grind. The daily bread. The daily hustle. Stockpiling is for the weak. Daily grinding is for men. Irregular updates are for kings.
The gods? We don't even write. We release 10 good chapters and let the readers starve over the PROMISE of more chapters to come, when the reality is that we'll keep up the farce for the next 6 months before eventually dropping the series and leaving the readers eternally blueballed.