Can Blogger and Follower Coexist in the Same Body?

As my dear pal  Dorothy used to say, "Oh, shit piss, fuck.......what have I done?"  What I have done seems to be that I have royally screwed  myself not to mention having done the same to my loyal followers.  Of course, it is actually their fault that I find myself in this Gordion Knot condition..........not that I can actually blame them for being so talented and inspired and disciplined and all of those admirable things while I, miserable wretch that I am, can only wallow in the snake pit of my insatiable greed, unable to stop  devouring blog after wonderful blog.

Well, in case you haven't figured it out, what began as a nicely balanced routine.....blog a bit, follow a bit.......
 enjoy other bloggers' brilliance with my morning cereal and give a bit back as I sip my coffee......has totally deteriorated into chaos as my insatiable appetite has led me to total ruin.  I have found so many marvelous bloggers out there in Bloggsville that it now takes me all of the morning and into the afternoon (and even evening)  to read and relish all the goodies on my list and by the time I have finished I am so overstuffed, not to mention  awed and intimidated,  that I cannot even consider making a contribution of my own.  What is even worse, I cannot restrain myself from commenting (I know how bloggers need comments and sometimes I actually have somethng to say) which also occupies time and some intellectual (?) effort which might be saved and hoarded for blogging purposes.  This is not good, folks.......I have painted myself into a corner of the room and the paint shows no sign of drying..........unless Jason  Bourne will drop down on a rope out of the heating grille in the ceiling and rescue me I fear I may be  lost forever in the conflict between reading and writing...........


I have not solved this conundrum, but I am working on it..........in the meantime I will welcome any suggestions.......I can't be the only one who has encountered this problem............hell, most of you have jobs and families and even chickens to care for beside bestowing goodies daily on your worshipful followers........I am deeply ashamed but hope somehow to learn to rise above it all....... with your help.  (hint, hint)