ON BLOGGING DRY SPELLS

The eagle-eyed amongst you will have noticed that I haven't posted here lately. I thought I should perhaps make it known that, as far as I am aware, I am actually still blogging. In fact, in my head, I blog all the time. Everything is a blog post to me. It drives me mad.

Someone should invent a blogging machine that extracts brilliant posts from a person's brain and puts it straight onto their blog, fully formed and spell-checked.

Until such a time as that happens though, I am reliant upon manually creating posts with the use of a "computer". Unfortunately, I have no free time at work and at home I share my trusty laptop with a husband who spends hours on the thing despite not having a blog to write. I don't quite know what people do for hours on a computer if they don't tend a blog, but it keeps him quiet anyhow.

In addition to not much computer time, I have also had things to do. I have noticed about life that there are always things to do. No matter that you do them, and so in theory this should mean that you no longer have things to do, there will always remain things to do never-the-less.

In truth, I would have time to do a cheeky little posts every now and again to keep my blog ticking over. However, when things are going on such as Greece being in flames and children being shot, I worry to write about how the woman outside my office drives me mental by asking me if I'm OK all the time. I fear this would be presenting myself as self-absorbed and superficial*.

This is the trouble with having a blog with no distinct subject matter. You want to write about everything and so end up writing nothing.

I will have a think about what I am going to do about this state of affairs, but in the meantime, here's a story of elephants in love.

(* I am self-absorbed and superficial, but no one is to know that)