Lately I’ve been feeling a little…blah about blogging. Don’t get me wrong, readers, I love it. I love writing and I love reading what you have to say about what I wrote. And I love reading what you have to say about your own stuff. But the past few weeks have been a struggle for me to get something down on paper, er, screen. I even took a whole week off, which was unintentional at first, but as the days dragged on, that’s how it happened.
I’ve been trying to figure out my problem. Is it b/c it is fall and getting colder and there are less people out and therefore less people for me to write about? No, that can’t be it. I’ve seen lots of crazy stuff recently. Is it that I’ve told you guys about all my weirdness? My likes/dislikes/fears, etc. But in a way less cheesy and obnoxious way than that? Nope, I still have lots of weird crap to tell you about.
The problem, I’ve decided, is that I’m in my sophomore slump. I’ve been writing since last summer. About a year a half now. This is really the longest I’ve kept up with any hobby. Not that writing is a hobby, per say, but until I start getting paid for, it’s going to be categorized as a one. I’m not BORED, mind you, just at a loss for words. Which, for those of you who know me in the real world, is a shock, I’m sure.
So…that’s where I’m at today. Sorry to not be my usual, hopefully witty or at least amusing, self.
I’ll work on it.