I’m sure no one noticed, but last week was the first time in 6 action-packed months, that I didn’t post anything on this here web-log.
It sucked.
The reasons I didn’t post were three-fold:
1. My neck decided it didn’t like being the thing that connects my head to my body, and in turn, went on strike. I’ve had odd lightheadedness, dizzy spells, and a general feeling of not being my witty, awesome self. I’m in the clear medically (or so some blood and urine tests say) so I don’t have any weird, exotic diseases. Boringly, it is probably the result of some strained neck muscles and some accompanying cervical vertigo. I’m in discussions with my neck to end the strike, but his demands for equal pay and better working conditions are going to hurt my bottom line.
2. I have been oddly busy. I use the word oddly because I’m usually busy, but also usually pretty good at slipping writing into the many little gaps that come with being an overly-tasked but somewhat apathetic employee. For whatever reason, last week afforded me almost no time for the normal clickity-clack of my laptop keyboard, which afforded me no sweet blog posts.
3. I wanted to see how I felt if I didn’t post. I love writing, and love posting here, and love taking pictures for the posts, and love checking my stats, and love reading all of your hilarious comments, and love seeing what insane crap spammers are able to slip by Akismet this week. But at times, I felt like I was forcing stuff out the proverbial door just for the sake of it being done. I wasn’t writing for fun, I was writing out of complete perfunction (yea, that’s not a word…but it should be).
Ultimately, the feeling that I was forcing out doggerel was not worse than the feeling of not posting at all. My logic is weird, I know.
But, I’m back! And I’ve got all kinds of bullshit to talk about. I found a good beer in a can that doesn’t taste like some sort of roboticly infused alluminum monster! I also found out that creating a story or a long-form piece of writing is a lot like playing with Lego! Lastly, I discovered that I am much happier when writing anything – even stuff that doesn’t make me all ants-in-the-pants excited – than when I’m writing nothing at all.
Love you all, thanks for continuing to witness my psychological decline via my creative outlet.
This is where my writing goes when it doesn’t sink into the keyboard and become letters on my magical screen.
Literature and Libation 