Ruminations on blogging

In spite of the ennui, I’m posting. Or trying to. I’ve been in an emotional hole again and have tried to at least catch up with some other bloggers I read, and maybe get some inspiration or a kick in the seat of the pants from them.

Bernita Harris blogs about the idea of posting less for the summer season, as she’s been told she posts too much. See her Summer-is-icumen-in post for details. Then read the comments, because she also thinks about whether she ought to blog about something else.

Well, I’ve been wondering whether I ought to consider blogging less or changing my format or talking about something different. I’ve hit on this topic all over the place since January. I think the whole idea of changing up the playing field is because I’m changing with the new meds dosages. Still, the idea begs more thought.

Then Bernita starts up on sex. In her Think of England post she gets into the male vs. female Points of View and how to write a sex scene from those points. And whether to tell it like real life or keep it fictional. I found her musings to be pretty interesting. You might enjoy the read as well. It made me stop and consider the everyday sex scene as a foil to the STARS AND STRIPES FOREVER WOO-HOO ZOWIE scene where she comes at least six times and his eruption leaves him spent so badly he can’t get off her. Still, the idea begs more thought.

I’m now in the process of wondering about writing short pieces again. I can’t seem to get enthused about the big pieces, so why not get the old juices flowing with fluffies? Like my Mexican travelogues, my song stories, some whatever-pops-up ideas and maybe some attempts to be serious once in a while? Now THERE’S a concept!! Serious! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOT!!!

Anyway. So I’m wondering what to do next, as I plod through this creative lull where my brain chemistry tries to catch up with my new meds. I’ll just have to give it time, that’s always been the key to getting back in the saddle before.

Hmmmm. Maybe some posts on Marmot sex. Yeah, furry little bodies making whoopee. I could do a song story based on Muskrat Love and see what develops. Or a Squirrel Sex Series, talking about how a couple of studly squirrellies go chasing tail in the treetops. Riveting, I know, but with the right fillip, it’d work. Just have to imagine I’m a tiny video camera dangling from one of them’s nuts, and watch as the action unfolds…describe it in breathless wonder so it wouldn’t be too far from an Animal Planet documentary, and it’d get as down and dirty as you can, 35 feet up in a tree.

Or garage repair. No, that won’t work. Don’t have a garage. Of course, I COULD tell about the time my dad and I jacked up the old wooden garage on Tennyson Street and it fell off the jacks, slamming into the ground HARD. Noisy, too. Just glad I wasn’t under it at the time.

Well, there’s plenty to think about. I think I’ll go take a nap now. I’m just too filled with ennui to make myself DO anything. Even write posts for this blog. Sorry I’ve been so spotty. But I think it’s temporary. I HOPE it’s temporary.