It’s hard to (again) come back from a long absence. I feel like I should have something terribly exciting to say, like, “I’ve been off writing ‘The Great American Novel,’ or “I just gave birth to triplets!!!” Not the case.
Like most folks, I’m on the computer all day at work. I mean all farookin’ (TM parkwayreststop.com) day. If it wasn’t for my need to pee or desire to snack, I would never get up from my chair. When 6 o’clock rolls around, my wrists ache, my eyelids droop and my racing mind begs for mercy.
To make matters worse, I’m kind of a long-form blogger. I like to tell a story. And, sometimes – on good days, they’re even interesting. But, that requires a goodly time commitment and some creative juice.
Lately, though, I’ve ditched the computer in favor of a glass of wine with my husband or taking out the garbage, or an hour of mindless tv. Sadly, I don’t really even read too many blogs any more. Reading blogs makes we want to write blogs, which ultimately bums me out that I don’t keep up with my own. It’s a vicious cycle.
There was a time, as recent as a few months ago, that I could talk about “Flippery Fish” with some degree of authority. I could jump into a heated debate about the benefits and drawbacks of Typepad. I could sense issues that were going to make a big splash in the blogosphere. Now, I am oh-so out of the loop.
But, I suppose there are two things I have found to be true:
Bloggers – invariably, at least in my experience – are good people. Interesting, open minded, creative, generous and friendly.
Bloggers are fun.
From what I have heard (and already seen), the Austin folks embody all of those great qualities.
Sure, there’s still that shy part of me that feels like a bad blogger, more than a wee bit afraid I won’t grok the proverbial idiom. However, I’m hoping a bottle (or two) of local brew will help to quell those fears.