The Absence of Blogging & Regular Writing
I miss blogging regularly like I used to 4 years ago. Sometimes I have things to say. Sometimes I don’t. I like to write about semi-profound things on this blog rather than ramble about my kids and my dog.
Oh wait, I don’t have either of those things.
Currently the things taking up my time include:
– A new job (I’m a librarian! Whee!)
– Novel revisions (A 22-week self-paced course in which I’m already 5 weeks behind! Whee!)
– Preparations for my grandmother’s centenarian celebration (I’m sending out the invitations 7 weeks before the event and asking people to RSVP in no later than 5 weeks! Whee!)
Some sarcasm present but honestly, I’m very fortunate to have a job I love to pieces, a novel with a story I love (even if it’s poorly written), and a dear grandmother who is nearing 100 years.
My fingers have been itching to write but now that I’m sitting at a computer and typing, my mind draws a blank. Perhaps I could rant about how poor I am with time management but I have no solutions to that. I’d like to write something a bit more serious (like how I support bipolar disorder being covered under the Americans with Disabilities Act) but I lack the brainpower for that right now. (And besides, it belongs on my rarely updated mental health blog, Depression Introspection.)
My life is busy but I can offer nothing of creative, social, political, or theological interest at the moment. Sure, there’s supposed mosques near Ground Zero, Koran burnings scheduled, and the New York Times conceding they’ll eventually stop printing hard copies of their paper soon, but these are only facts I can rattle off to you and I have little mental fortitude to offer any wit or commentary on any of these things. And I’m in no mood to rehash my already beaten-to-death topics on gay rights, infant baptism, and what dissatisfies me currently in life.
So all I’m trying to say is, I’m still alive, my fingers were itching to write (instead of edit, for once), and I have nothing of value to say.