I am such a total slug. Ever since I started this blog I've experienced life's little nuances in a far richer way than ever before. Even driving down a road I've driven 1000 times, I can find something interesting and more times than not, I hear that voice in my head saying "that's something I could blog about." Having a stupid little blog has opened my ears and my eyes and my world is more colorful, if only in tiny ways.
That being said, I don't have a clue what's wrong with me. Can a person have writer's block and not really be a writer in the first place? It's so frustrating. I want so much to be the kind of blogger who spills over with witty, interesting and most-importantly daily posts. The best I've been able to conjure up lately is a weekly posting and frankly, I think I've lost my mojo.
It's not like funny schit doesn't happen to me - believe me, funny schit happens all the time around me - but for some reason it's not translating to the computer screen and I find myself spending time typing an entry only to hit the delete button.
So, I apologize for not keeping up to my own high standards and posting at least 2 or 3 times a week. I think it's the high pollen count. Or this sty I call my home. Or the fact that I need reading glasses so badly that I had to buy a magnifying makeup mirror to properly apply my mascara, but it also makes my tiniest wrinkles look like fjords in Norway, not to mention that apparently I've lived with a unibrow all of my life and never knew it.
Maybe I just need to adjust the hue or tint or whatever so I can get back my grip on finding the color in my world again. Yeah. That's the ticket.
Perhaps I just need a good little cry, nothing serious. I think I'll watch an old episode of Grey's Anatomy. That should do it.
Move it along. And can ya pass me a Kleenex, please?
12 comments:
Hey, lady?
Your blog has a picture of Leo the Goldendoodle on the right side of it.
What more does a reader need sometimes?
Cut yourself some slack.
Oh, and get yourself some stylin' frames for those eyes.
:)
Odd.. my world sort of flips. Like the old TVs where you had to adjust the vertical hold.
Like you, I often see things I think I'd want to blog about, but by the time I get home, I'd rather do something else. That's just fine with me. Once a passtime or hobby becomes like work, it quickly becomes tiresome.
Enjoy yourself. Just post when you have that "I just have to post this" feeling.
Willie - Ya know, you're right. Even your pic of Dakota with that tongue hanging out has made me grin a widdle. Thanks for the perspective.
Mr. Fab - Completely correct you are! But does Nobel have a category for you yet?
Sgt - your last line just made me think of that song.... "You've lost....that blogging feeling....whoa that blogging feeling..." I sense the color is coming back already.
Hugs to you all, my virtual men.
OMG I totally bought one of those 10X mirrors this weekend. I ended up glued to it in the bathroom for TWO HOURS last night doing all sorts of unholy shit to my poor face. I think I should have a set time limit as to how much time I'm allowed to spend with it, kind of K-fed style, cuz damn I could do some damage.
I get what you mean about posting, I'm always thinking of stuff to write but then I'll browse everyone elses for a while and come up thinking that my shit isn't even half as funny or amusing and just sort of putter out.
I like the stuff you write even when it's just about cruiser dog, it's just plain interesting to have a glimpse into other peoples world for a moment, crime free peeping, and even if it's not crazy funny it's stll just cool to have that window.
(p.s. sorry I like horrible run on sentances.)
Yeah, wathcing Grey's Anatomy makes me cry also...because it sucks so bad! LOL! Just kidding!
Rose colored glasses...it's all about rose colored glasses. ;-)
I can't tell you how many posts I HAVEN'T posted.
But then I've been in a weird mood recently about the blogosphere...maybe it is the pollen.
Ignore me.
Blame it on the high pollen count...
I blame everything on the high pollen count. ;)
Steve~
Lindy - I too need a time limit on mirror time. It was horrifying the first time I saw my pores the size of dimes. And seriously, how come no one has ever mentioned that I think I have little Martians living in those pores?
Rockdog - well, it looks like you and I don't have EVERYthing in common anymore. Makes me sad.
Tug - rose colored 1.50 glasses maybe. LMAO
Dez & Steven - For reals. It clogs up the head and therefore it must clog up the blogging neurons. Damn, I scare myself with my logic.
"...little Martians living in those pores."
I bow down to your hilarious and way holy shit that's so true admission.
Ok, well personally, I laughed out loud (and related) to your comment about the unibrow & fjords. That was some funny shit right there, I tell you what.
I already use a magnifying mirror to apply my mascara. I think it's ok.
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