I've sat down several times this week with every intention of posting. I have a subject at hand, some good thoughts, and then...I stare at the screen and the words aren't there. Blogger's block?
Why we start a blog is probably as varied as we are as individuals. How many of us start, convinced that no one will read, let alone comment? Then we find ourselves pleasantly surprised when we develop a small band of followers. As we read each others writings, we branch out, and find ourselves reading in the same circles. These people, most of whom we are unlikely to ever meet, become friends. We share thoughts, experiences, opinions, gripes, and moans. Stories about ourselves, our families, our passions.
When certain of the folks on my blogroll haven't posted in awhile, I find myself concerned for their well being. This is followed by relief when a new post appears. Is that strange.
I sometimes feel as though I am obligated to post. I realize the foolishness of this though, but it is present nonetheless. Once apologies are offered for the dearth of posts, readers are are quick to let one know that it's no big deal, and they will be there when the blogging resumes. I know that I have made that very statement on a multitude of occasions, with the utmost sincerity.
Even with that knowledge, I feel that I must blog. "I owe it to my readers," I tell myself. "Post something, anything." My mind is full of topics. While driving to and from work, the prose flows in my thoughts. But as I stare at the screen, my brain becomes like a just shaken Etch a Sketch. Blank.
Hic quoque transibit.
On another front, I've been called many things in my life, by many people. Some true, others, well...probably true. To this list can be added the the fact that I have recently been referred to as "eye candy".
Hmmm. Today is my forty-fifth birthday. Maybe there is something to this getting older thing. Just sayin'.