No use uttering a string of "mea culpas" or whatever it is that the sinners and the fallen utter prior to seeking the solace of the confessional. For one thing, what is a nice (though very unreligious) Jewish girl doing lurking about looking for a door to a confessional booth? I fear there ain't no such for the likes of me, unless one could consider the blogosphere as one huge confessional booth. Hmmmm, in my feeble attempt at humor I may not be so far off the mark at that, but I do not intend to go there now. I have tied my leg to the dining table and sworn that I would publish a blog today, even if it be merely one loud, screeching, "AAARRRRRGGGGHH".
There. Having managed that I guess I could untie myself, but perhaps I had better leave the rope tied till I actually hit "Post"......I have discovered during this strange convalescence that I am absolutely not to be trusted when it comes to things I "oughta" do as opposed to things I "wanna" do. No, No, it's not that I don't want to blog..........perish forbid the thought.........I desperately want to blog.....it is simply that when I sit in front of the blog screen's pristine, unsullied whiteness and tap, scrabble or bang on the door in my brain that shuts me off from my true blogging nature, the door does not open. In fact, I can hear 6 or 7 more deadbolt locks snap into place (you would think it was a New York apartment) as I feebly wrench and pluck at the unyielding doorknob.
I do NOT know why a part of me has developed this strange resistance to blogging, but I can tell you that it is a swift pain in the ass, as my beloved Mamma used to say (only occasionally referring to me). Prior to the Great Klutzy Fall there was hardly a moment or a subject which I could not sit down and blithely blog about. I have no idea what has happened, but that ability is no longer always accessible. As far as I recall, the old song goes, " The Hip Bones connecka to the Thigh Bone...." not to the Head Bone, for crissake....but in my case I am beginning to suspect that I have been assembled (or perhaps reassembled) incorrectly. At any rate, wherever that surgeon put my ready ability- to- blog, he did not leave me a map damn him, so here I am, searching frantically among the mended joints and other parts trying to find it with only occasional success. Believe me, it hurts me more than it does you.........or maybe it is a toss up, but I just want you dear, faithful followers to know that I have not deserted you.........I am here each day scratching on that damned door trying to break in to access my blogging equipment and I will not give up. In fact, I have already considered hiring one of those TV Police battering rams or simply having the pins pulled from the hinges (like we had to do with my bathroom door in order to get the walker through the opening.)
However, since we are dealing with a sort of virtual reality here, I do not quite know what part of the yellow pages to consult to obtain an expert in this undertaking. Just be assured that I have not abandoned you and, being incredibly stubborn, I intend to beat this handicap. Please do keep checking in and I will try to keep you entertained even tho it be intermittently for a while.
If all else fails I guess I can always just publish a photo or two......if I can find where I have stored them........they do not seem to be under Photos, Pictures or any such.....I know I filed them in a Safe Place and that I fear is the problem....I hope when I find them my boom box, extra camera and the original copy of my Will will be with them.
Love you madly.
The New Yorker covers: December 27, 1999 & January 3, 2000
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Lo, It's possible that you are processing a whole lot of thoughts and feelings that will come out when they're good and ready. Or, it's possible that you could kickstart the process by answering random readers' questions, like what's your favorite part of the day or what was the best meal you ever ate, or.... Best of luck!
ReplyDeleteHi Lo, Well I am glad to hear you are just all choked up, perhaps the dam will burst one of these days..Is there a word for it? Blogitis..like tonsilitis..or arthritis? I hope there is a cure for it..perhaps you are trying too hard. I hope it is not like hitting a wall..and I hope the damn stuff ain't catchy either.
ReplyDeleteBlissed out has a good idea. How about telling us the one thing you would like to be remembered for? :)
Please quit being so hard on yourself!! You are under NO obligation to blog "for" us, nor even to yourself!!
ReplyDeleteAnd please have a look at this...
http://www.tartx.com/blog/?page_id=233
I have their button on my blog ~ and it helps me remember to be gentle with myself & my blogging lapses.
Love & light ~~~
Thanks Blissed-out and Far Side for your suggestions and sympathy. Actually, I may write a blog giving you the answers.
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting my blog. The above post has a certain ring about it, I often feel the same way:) I just love your pictures of the raccoons and possum, I did not even know what the latter looked like. Also thought they only lived in Australia so I have learnt something new today as well. Diane
ReplyDeleteSo glad you stopped by, Diane...please come again soon.
ReplyDeleteAnd "Me"....thanks so much for the pointer to that great Tartx blog. I feel better already.
Often I get an idea for a blog when I am in the middle of something and I can't get to the computer. Then, I sit before that white page with a blinking cursor, and curse my own inability to remember even the subject of the thoughts.
ReplyDeleteI've taken to carrying or keeping nearby a pen and small notebook -- I jot ideas in it as they come, and when I am stuck for something to write, I have several ready topics in my "spare brain."
Love your blog no matter what you are writing about.
I was going to say something like messymimi does. The subjects come to me at other times, so I have to jot down whatever & get back to it later. Now I have a bunch of jots and to do the blogs looks like WORK. LOL.
ReplyDeleteUse "search" for the pix and as your search parameter use ".jpg" Some of the jpgs will be system files, stock pix that come with the PC. But a bunch of them will have alphanumeric names (named sequentially by the camera) and all will be in a folder together (if you're using Windows, read the "in folder" column to see what it's called). That should scare 'em up.
You might think philosophers are so smart, but actually this one was a techie for many years too. LOL.
Hi Lo,
ReplyDeleteWriters block for all stripes of writers is a common ailment. We've all been there. The common cure methinks, as long as your don't write for money, is in fact to remember it's all just for fun. I get these flurry of ideas and then weeks with little of nothing.
Troutbirder
I know my fall was not as serious as yours, but when I broke my leg, I was depressed for a good long time. Mostly because I was lacking in the ability to just up and do whatever the heck I wanted whenever I wanted to do it. And that lethargy of physical ability affected my mind much more than I thought it ever would. So just read for awhile. Read and let your mind wander. It will come back to you. I promise.
ReplyDeleteI too carry a small note book around with me to jot down ideas which I find really useful. I have a post coming out on the 5th July which may help you a bit. :-)
ReplyDeleteI spent last summer in a leg cast and a wrist cast. I broke my foot in about 4 places and had a severely sprained wrist that took forever to heal. I was depressed, disgusted, and distraught over the whole thing. You'll be back soon, Lo. Just hang in there Darling Lady!
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