this post says...nothing

I’m gonna say it. So don’t stop me. Here it comes:It’s been a while since I’ve blogged. It certainly hasn’t been for lack of [barely] trying. I’ve started about fourteen new posts in the past couple of months. I just couldn’t seem to get into any kind of groove. I’ll set the scene for you: I’d throw on some music and sit down at the computer. My fingers would pitter patter away and I’d get about 4 or 5 lines into it, like now. At which point, it would seem like a marvelous idea to get up and grab a cup of coffee. Stand. Stretch. Off I’d go. By the time I’d returned, whatever I had intended to write about seemed woefully unimportant. I’d spend the next five or ten minutes hitting refresh on my email. Not that I would be waiting on a message from anyone important, there wasn’t anything else I could think of doing.
Refresh.

That cracks the door on an interesting subject. Winter. Man-oh-man. As I get older, I’m finding that winter has a more of a dramatic impact on me. I can’t seem to do much of anything. Unless you consider staring at the wall a hallmark of productivity. I hit that wall right around Thanksgiving time. Like I had blown my creative load on the speed writing of the novel. I was on the road called “diminishing returns” until *poof* nothing. No returns. Nothing was being invested. I’ve felt consistently tired since about the beginning of January. Now, don’t take that as I’ve been feeling blue or what not, because I’ve been remarkable chipper. Chipper but worthless. I stay up late….*gasp* watching TV. I’ve got a book half read on my night stand amassing dust. Last time I picked it up? Early December, I think.
I’m going to go get a cup of coffee.

I made it back. And I will finish this post. So, I’ve got a lot of stuff in the mix. Work, of course. I’m working on recording an album. Gotta finish editing that damn novel. However, I’ve taken on a couple of free-lance web projects. Thus the paying thing on the side takes precedent over all else. I’m planning a wedding. Doting on many fuzzy animals and a fiancé. You know the drill. It’s a busy life. And I only make it busier.

I work better that way.

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