Some of my favourite bloggers, including scribedoll and Z, have declared that they are temporarily retiring from the blogosphere. I may be joining them.
I sometimes muse (though not much, and not for long) about what causes us to do this in the first place, usually concluding that it’s what I might term a kind of healthy narcissism mixed up with a genuine outreach towards people you can’t realistically class as close friends. It’s great, but we shouldn’t feel lack, or loss, or slight, or indeed anything, when it gets withdrawn. Quite apart from anything else, this stuff is far too new to accumulate its own attrition of emotions.
In my case, I either will or won’t be blogging over the next couple of weeks. Apart from shifts in my real world (details not available!), I face a gridlock of subjects I’d like to write about:
· Influential albums
· Pernicious percentages
· Multiple translation
· Snowmen in the floods
· Blue drinks
· Red kites
to mention just a few. I can’t start any of them (and new ones keep piling in). I’m blog-blocked. Feel free to kick-start me.