Not sure if anyone’s noticed, but I’ve not posted in awhile. I’ve been feeling out of sorts lately. Anxious. Jumpy. Surely, there must be some of you that understand that.
I’ve read one should NEVER post if they’re having a bad day. Or feeling blue, sad. Pissed off. “Don’t get on your blog and whine, complain, rant, rave,” the “experts” say. I agree with that to a certain extent.
Reading Between the Lines
I follow several blogs and try my best to comment, to read the whole thing. I figure I want people to do the same for me and when I begin to read, I realize that every one of you — my friends — in the sense that we communicate this strange way — have those same kind of days. I can tell much from the subjects you write about when you’re feeling a bit despondent, mad, happy, funny, inspired. I read between the lines — dig out those underlying messages. Oh, maybe I’m reading way too much into stuff.
Then, I begin to enjoy what you have to say and think, why didn’t I think of that?? I feel as if I know you very well at times and I get an inkling of an idea, a niggling little something in my gray matter that gives me the push I need to write, something, anything. Other times (and lately), I just read and accept that right now, I’ve got nothing to say. Nada. I lost my mojo.
It’s maddening. My muse (who I picture as male, short and kind of mean — maybe I’ll draw a picture of him for some future post) just doesn’t want to cooperate. That’s where the anxious, jumpy thing comes in and so I have to do something to get OVER the writer’s block. I have conversations with him to try and coax him out and this is me — my normal brain. Scary, huh?
No Rants, No Raves….Just *sigh* whatever….
Press below to hear me and how I’ve been feeling (forgive the echo):
So, this post is really much ado about nothing. It’s more about spouting off about well, not being able to write. But look it, here’s a post.
One thing that did help was a very kind blogger, Lisa at Carr Party of Five. She was having trouble learning how to upload a song, so we emailed back and forth several times this morning and by golly, she did it. Go visit her, please. She’s good people and there’s a really great Van Morrison song on her latest post. It made me feel good. She told me I “restored her faith in humanity.” Doesn’t get much better than that.
Anyway, I said to my muse earlier: I feel all the time like a cat on a hot tin roof!
And he said: Then jump off the roof, Brigitte, Jump off it. Cats jump off roofs and land uninjured. Do it. Jump.
That’s what this post is. Me, jumping off.