School has begun. My kids are maniacs and all is as it should be.
And I cannot blog to save my life.
Things happened at the beginning of this summer that were beyond my control, and it was outside my idea of fairness to blog about them. Usually I subscribe to the idea that if I'm a part of a story, it's half mine and therefore fair game. But there are exceptions to that rule and this was one. And somehow, because I could not write about what was going on in my life here, I could not write at all.
I bet that a good many bloggers would agree that blogging has something to do with habit, the constant willful turning of minor events into blogworthy events. When I stopped doing that, I found that it was harder and harder to get back. I think of things from time to time, like, "I should really blog about phrases that people always get wrong, like 'for all intents and purposes' or the confusion between the word 'travesty' and the word 'tragedy'" and then I don't. Or can't. Or whatever.
I'm not giving up; Really, I'm just apologizing for the lack of both quality and quantity around here of late. I've been very spun up, and I'm trying to sort myself back down to reality, which seems to require more off-line writing than on-line writing.
I'm trusting in NaBloPoMo 2008 to set me on my feet again. Until then, please bear with me. It won't be long now.