Ponderously Minded
Oct. 1st, 2010 01:04 pmI used to blog all the damned time. I had so much to say. You couldn't shut me up.
But over the past six months, it seems like the well has dried up. (The floor is cracking and the stones are crumbling.)
Is it because I started asking myself if people were getting tired of hearing my rants and rambles on politics? Or did I start questioning whether anyone was really interested in reading the day-to-day antics of my life? (And since when did I worry about whether other people were taken with what I was posting, anyway?)
Or maybe a feeling of general apathy seeped in when I wasn't looking?
On further reflection, it's likely a combination of all of those things and one other...
Between writing for my day job, which is sometimes boring, sometimes laborious, sometimes interesting, but almost always technical; writing original fiction when I've the mind to do it (the unfinished projects just keep piling up, but I'm trying to make headway on editing a finished short and getting another short into a completed first draft); getting back into fanfiction (curse you Star Trek XI and Heroes); and trying to think of something to do with my other blog space, I think I suffered a kind of verbal burn out.
I guess it shouldn't come as much of a surprise. I've been writing at Livejournal since the fall of 2001. Near daily. For over 9 years.
That's a lot of words.
And lot of time devoted to one space. Which is why I feel slightly bereft when I think of how little time I've spent on said space, of late.
But, frankly, I don't see that changing. Not anytime in the near future. So, I'm going to let the bereft feeling go and just keep moving on with what writing I am doing.
Of late, that would be:
Original work on some short fiction, which I'm not sharing anywhere....
Prompt responses over at Deviantart: Company in Death
Some Six Sentence Flash fictions: Walking the Aisle
Chaotically Yours blog posts: Feminism Fridays: Fictional Heroes — Ellen Ripley
Numerous pieces of short fanfiction which you can find at ilcuoreardendo and (soon to be) its Dreamwidth mirror![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ilcuoreardendo.
As to that last piece, you'll notice that this post has been crossposted from Dreamwidth. I thought I'd try my hand at transitioning some space over there. Particularly with the way some Livejournal politics have gone lately, I think Dreamwidth's stated mission of "open source, open expression, open operation" feels a bit more comfortable.
But, I'm not bailing totally; I'm still clinging to the sides of this ship, with some rope tangled around my arm, occasionally wailing.
But over the past six months, it seems like the well has dried up. (The floor is cracking and the stones are crumbling.)
Is it because I started asking myself if people were getting tired of hearing my rants and rambles on politics? Or did I start questioning whether anyone was really interested in reading the day-to-day antics of my life? (And since when did I worry about whether other people were taken with what I was posting, anyway?)
Or maybe a feeling of general apathy seeped in when I wasn't looking?
On further reflection, it's likely a combination of all of those things and one other...
Between writing for my day job, which is sometimes boring, sometimes laborious, sometimes interesting, but almost always technical; writing original fiction when I've the mind to do it (the unfinished projects just keep piling up, but I'm trying to make headway on editing a finished short and getting another short into a completed first draft); getting back into fanfiction (curse you Star Trek XI and Heroes); and trying to think of something to do with my other blog space, I think I suffered a kind of verbal burn out.
I guess it shouldn't come as much of a surprise. I've been writing at Livejournal since the fall of 2001. Near daily. For over 9 years.
That's a lot of words.
And lot of time devoted to one space. Which is why I feel slightly bereft when I think of how little time I've spent on said space, of late.
But, frankly, I don't see that changing. Not anytime in the near future. So, I'm going to let the bereft feeling go and just keep moving on with what writing I am doing.
Of late, that would be:
Original work on some short fiction, which I'm not sharing anywhere....
Prompt responses over at Deviantart: Company in Death
Some Six Sentence Flash fictions: Walking the Aisle
Chaotically Yours blog posts: Feminism Fridays: Fictional Heroes — Ellen Ripley
Numerous pieces of short fanfiction which you can find at ilcuoreardendo and (soon to be) its Dreamwidth mirror
ilcuoreardendo. As to that last piece, you'll notice that this post has been crossposted from Dreamwidth. I thought I'd try my hand at transitioning some space over there. Particularly with the way some Livejournal politics have gone lately, I think Dreamwidth's stated mission of "open source, open expression, open operation" feels a bit more comfortable.
But, I'm not bailing totally; I'm still clinging to the sides of this ship, with some rope tangled around my arm, occasionally wailing.
