So maybe you’ve noticed: I’m in a funk. Blog-wise, I mean. Musically, too, but that’s neither here nor there. Well, OK – it’s there. Over there. See?
I have a huge supply on partially-written posts on hand, taunting me, mocking me with their potential. “Finish me, Bret!” they wail, in squeaky voices every time I log in. I should probably disable that feature. The subjects of those posts range from photography to jokey nonsense to my post about Andy (it’s coming, don’t worry) to some Groomzilla Watches and Bridezilla Watch or two, a post where I try to connect wedding planning to Scrabble, and another where I make some vague baseball analogies.
I’m sure this happens to every blogger at some point, and only the true bloggers – ones who are pure of heart and virtuous of spirit – are able to overcome the hurdle and press onward. But for now, when I sit down at my computer to post, I come up empty these days. My mind draws a blank. I start writing “So I was thinking about food at my wedding and I was thinking about how” and then suddenly I’m like, “hey, baseball blogs!” and I click over to those. I leave a tab open with the blog post in edit mode, which is my surefire internal method of assuring myself that I will eventually click back to that tab and complete the post, but then it’s dinner time and I’m in charge of making salmon burgers with oven fries, and let’s be honest here: salmon burgers are gonna win that battle. Every time.
I’m sure it’s related in part to all the change that’s going on my life – a new house, new routine, a just-ended house/dogsitting gig that was fun but very challenging, Jessica’s new hectic schedule, and such. It’s also related to the fact that though we’re getting back on the ball, we haven’t done much wedding planning of late (other than hiring a photographer), and so there’s not much to talk about.
But, my loyal readers, never fear: I can feel it returning. “It” being the mojo, the je-ne-sais-quoi, the urge to write. It’s still there, and it’s getting restless. Listless, even. It cannot rest nor list.
So get ready, blogosphere. Get ready.