As I’m sure you’ve noticed (and I know you have, based on the lack of people having anything to say regarding anything I post lately), my blogging motivation is MIA. I’m not quite sure where it went, but no matter how hard I search for it, I can’t seem to locate it. I come across things that I know that I have coherent thoughts about, yet can’t seem to find those thoughts when the time comes to attempt to write something about them. I see ads like this and can do nothing more but post them with one line of analysis beneath them. I see things like this and know that I should address it, especially regarding the discussion that took place in the comments of this post, yet I don’t even know where to begin.
And so I post short, benign excerpts from my dating life or my weekends. And as anyone that’s a regular reader of my blog knows, that’s not what I want this blog to be about. Mindless posts are fine and good every now and then, but I strive to produce writing with substance, and right now that substance eludes me. I’m not one of those people that can force myself to write and the thoughts slowly flow. I’m someone that immediately has a million thoughts about something and can’t get them from my head to the screen fast enough. I’m someone for whom motivation tends to come in spurts; there are times when I’m cranking out 5 posts a day, and there are times like now, when I can’t even manage one decent post per week.
I guess this post is an apology of sorts. Not that I owe anyone an apology about anything. Maybe this is more an apology to myself for failing to maintain the kind of blog that I strive to maintain. Here’s to hoping that the block clears and the fog lifts sometime soon. Until then, posting may be light and/or fluffy.
God, I hate fluff.
I'm Britni, a snarky bitch and generally awesome person. I write about sex, love, and bullshit. If sex-positivity, discussions about BDSM and kink, queer issues, and topics that are completely inappropriate by society's standards make you uncomfortable, then this blog is not for you.
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Don’t be too hard on yourself, eh? I’ve definitely had some slow blog periods, and I find it’s best to just let inspiration flow when it flows. I know it gets to feeling like a weird kind of obligation to keep up the blog, even if it’s just an obligation to yourself, but we all get blocked now and then. I hope you’re having an awesome time in Boston, and I’ll look forward to continuing to read both the fluff and the great, smart posts in the future.
It could be worse.
It could be like mine
I started mine as a rant space. Sometimes, I’ve got nothing to rant about, so I neglect it.
Then, sometimes, some of us are reading your blog but not commenting. It’s, I duno, kind of the Abe Lincoln approach (It’s better to remain silent and be thought a fool that to speak and remove all doubt??).
Whatever, I like your blog, and the fluff is OK too.
I’ve been in the same boat. I think it’s just an end of summer thing. At least I hope so.
You’ve just moved, found an job and a place to live, and you’re apologising about blogging???
Fall in love or have an affair…or at least get laid.
I’ve found it does wonders for clearing all of my pipes from cranium to vaginal.
And if you are interested in a stranger for that extra bit of naughty excitement, look me up. I’d do you…in a heartbeat.
See you in my dreams.
pj.
NO! Don’t get laid! It does the OPPOSITE, according to Seinfeld!
Like Sa said, you just moved and stuff. Don’t let it make you nuts.
All writers hit a point of creativity block some time. Just don’t obsess about it and let it do it’s thing. It will just flow at will at some point. the “fluff” as you call it just lets us know you are there. Some blogs I check on tend to have huge gaps between posts, but that’s no biggie. The “fluff” posts let us know you are there.
Just crazy out of left field stuff in between isn’t bad and sometimes makes things fun. I particularly liked the one about bacony goodness. (Mmmm…bacon….. BTW: What did you think of the bacon turtle burger thing I sent?)
Stumble upon some topic that’s just cool and run with it. Maybe go to a strip club, enjoy yourself, and report in some detail. Go see the Sox with a bunch of peeps. Wander through an art museum. Visit Boston Lighthouse. Hit up Provincetown with some friends. Fly a kite. Something like that. Crazy inspiration can be where you least expect it to be.
It’s the same for me. I just can’t seem to write about anything these days. And some interesting shit has actually happened, so you’d think I’d be writing like crazy.