I’m still trying to get back into the swing of things with regular writing, now that my brog is (somewhat) back up and operational again, but as I’m sure anyone who visits on a somewhat regular basis might have noticed, things haven’t been so daily as it once was prior to the server move.
Admittedly, a part of that has to do with the fact that I guess for lack of a better term, I fell kind of out practice with regular daily writing. As I said about fifty times during the downtime, there was very much an out of sight-out of mind mentality that had occurred, not being able to see a brog at all, but I still made my best efforts to scour the internets for things to trigger a though process or serve as an impetus to vomit out 500 words or more about a particular topic, but it was far from a regular daily exercise like it had been prior to the downtime.
However, another aspect to the lack of writing is simply the fact that I’ve been pretty happy over the last few weeks. Now my closest confidants and those I see on a fairly regular basis know precisely what this is the case, and I have to imagine that anyone with half-to-three-quarters of a brain could probably surmise my weak attempts at veiled hints to why this is also the case, but for lack of a better term, I’ve been quite pleased with life in general over the last few weeks, even if it seems like the world around me is mired in gloom, angst and unfortunate circumstances; I can’t control anyone else’s life but by own (to a degree), and the things that have been happening in my life lately have made me pretty pleased.
That being said, it almost feels like being happy has an adverse effect on my desire to write brog posts. I have to hypothesize that such is the case of the fact that my writing style tends to lean towards sarcastic, and with a hint of a cynical tone, but when my mood is all generally pleased and not so critical towards the world around me, it’s like the things I read that might agitate me on a poor day kind of roll off my back, and I don’t really feel like wasting any time writing about things that might be perceived as annoyances.
Figure that, being happy seems to take away one of components necessary to consistent brogging – angst.
Or maybe the world is just really, really boring, and there’s simply nothing that has piqued my interest to serve as motivation to write something. I guess it’s a real good thing that I’m not doing NanoWriMo this year, otherwise, I’d probably really screwed.
