Jumping the Shark

Gina's Friday poll today was about whether or not blogging has jumped the shark.

Though my presence in the blogosphere right now is spotty at best, I still love my blog and intend to return to it soon. But I must say that everyone's pretty quiet right now.

I think I just have too many hobbies. Yesterday morning, before I went to work, I was looking at the eyesore that is currently my lawn, and I was thinking that I really must get around to cleaning things up in time for spring. And then I thought, when? Between school, walking and writing, my life is eaten up entirely. Lately I've been having to go to bed at 9:30 or 10, just to secure myself 7.5 hours of sleep and I feel as if I just run from one place to another without ceasing.

I have no idea how writers are supposed to balance their creative drives against a full time job. I seem to be in this sort of all or nothing head space, where I write frantically or not at all. Which is all to say that I'm sorry I haven't been blogging. When I do have time to sqeeze it in, there's nothing to say. I went to work today. I came home and checked the internet to make sure it hadn't exploded while I was away and then I walked 4 miles. I came home and wrote until dinner time, graded papers and then wrote until bed. That is all. I am profoundly boring.

I sometimes think of simply announcing that I'm going on hiatus, but then I'd just break my word, suddenly appearing to announce that my nose has been whistling a lot lately, or some other humiliating tidbit.

Cause that's how I roll.

'Tis I

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.

Rocking Out

Many, many thanks to the awesome Velocibadgergirl for the Rocking Girl Blogger nomination. She is surely the rockingest girl blogger I know, with her perfect blend of smart/situational blogging, wonderful sidebar poem, hysterical links and general awesomeness. I swear, if we lived closer, she'd be my best friend in the world.



So, now it is my job to nominate 5 other rocking girl bloggers.

Andrea, for her introspection and hyperbolic hilarity

Gina, for her polls, pithiness, and incredible devotion to being an awesome blogger who always gives back

Kim, without whom the world would be decidedly less awesome and funny. Kim makes everything extraordinary. Try some today!

Ashley, because although you can't tell it lately because I am such a slack-ass, she always writes about things that interest me so much that I want to write.

Pen and M, for being so different, and yet gelling into one coherent, far-reaching blog.

Much love to all you ladies. I will try to get back in the swing of things now and earn my rocking girl blogger status.