...and I am not sure why. It's not as if there is a cause and effect dynamic at work. In fact, I have been writing as lot, as evidenced by the 4 unpublished but recently worked on postings I have sitting in the blogger.com wings. Now some of these postings are, shall we say, more developed than others, but they are all never the less unpublished. In fact, based on a check of a moment ago, I officially have 17 unpublished, draft postings. For the record, I officially have 1492 published postings.
Now I had thought about maybe getting to 1499 postings by next Friday, which would be the day before my birthday. This would allow me to make posting number 1500 coincide with my " big day". Alas though, I don't see that happening.
Side note: years ago, I remember reading an interview with the song-writing members of the Swedish pop music group ABBA. Benny and Bjorn (the aforementioned songwriters) were commenting about how, back during the group's prime years, they basically kept bankers hours while writing songs. Now I know I am not a songwriter; heck, I'm barely a blog writer. Never the less, I don't think I could simply churn stuff out as an occupation while working Monday-Friday, 9am to 5pm (or whatever the Swedish equivalent of that would be). Maybe this is why writing is simply a hobby for me.
Anyway, and getting back to my lack of blogging units, I have been thinking about a lot of different things and I actually do get ideas for postings all the time. These ideas stream into my head with all the enthusiasm of West Virginians at an all-you-can-eat buffet, but when it comes down to actually writing stuff, well then they simply manage to peter out. Maybe it's when I actually try to write, as I rarely have time in the mornings (although I have knocked out a posting or two before heading out to the office; think real stream of consciousness stuff) and quite frankly, by the time I get home in the evening I am usually too mentally tired to do anything requiring more than three functioning brain cells. Now that past statement isn't entirely true, as I do have the energy sometimes, but it just seems that lately I haven't.
Maybe I should blame my childhood vaccinations. Or Obamacare. Or the militant right-wing Catholic radio station I have taken to listening to of late.
More likely, there is just this pseudo-circadian rhythm to how things work in my head. I, like most folks, do the whole living ebb-and-flow routine, and there are just times when I don't really feel like writing. That last statement is an odd thing for me to write, as I really do enjoy the act of writing, but it does have the benefit of being true. There are a few things that I enjoy doing that I probably don't do enough. Note to self: do more stuff I enjoy during my second 50 years of existence.
Ah, maybe I am on to something. Maybe all this writing block stuff is somehow related to my upcoming birthday. Hmmm, let me ponder that one for a moment.
Nope, no connection between the two, although it did afford me the opportunity to insert a Winnie the Pooh clip.
In the final analysis, maybe I just need to push through a couple thoughts over the next few days, just to get the juices flowing. Since I do this for me anyway, why not do it?
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