Bloggers’ Block

Yeah, yeah, I know I have written on the subject of Bloggers’ Block several times before (see: To Blog or Not to Blog, that is the Question). It is an “escape” subject to write about when you can’t figure out why it is that you do not want to write.

Of course, I am a great believer that everyone should be allowed those days when they peek outside the covers only to feel like just going back to sleep and not wanting to wake up ever again. I think turn-you-back-on-the-world therapy works sometimes.

Turn your back on your blog is similar. Sinfully escapist, too! On the other hand, the ostrich that has buried its head in the sand hasn’t really escaped, and is in imminent danger of being bitten in the ass by the puma or whatever other creature that roams the barrens of Quitratue. So, it is, like so many other quick-fixes in life, decidedly a sometime thing.

So, I guess, sooner or later, I shall drag my sorry rear out of Blogger Bed, perhaps down a few barrels of coffee, and settle down in earnest to unleash more Blogger Bedlam.

Till then, bask in the glow of peace, gentle [ugh!] Blog Reader, for, through no effort of thy own, thine, briefly, is the kingdom of heaven.

Meanwhile, I shall simply pull the covers over my head and go back to sleep.

Till the time I am bitten in the ass, that is.

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Sculpture by Lawrence Reid Bechtel
Medium: Lilac / Walnut. 1986
Title: Writer's Block.

To Blog or Not to Blog, that is the Question

To blog or not to blog, that is the question!

I know, I know, I’ve been there before, albeit in a roundabout sort of way when I was waxing lyrical about Omnipotent Blogheads (see: To the Omnipotent Bloghead), but the fact remains that blogging is one helluva demanding discipline.

Sure, some days one might have nothing to blog. What is one to do? Surely, the simplest course would be to not attempt a post. Tempting! Very tempting, but overly simplistic, methinks. For, is it not easy to extend that one missed day to another, and then another, and thence to a whole week, a month, year… you get the artwork!

I heard a recent argument that No-Blog is better than Forced-Blog. The gentle blog-reader maintains that forced blogs don’t sound genuine. Agreed. But does my blogger-anguish sound genuine? What is a blogger to do when straddling the twin cutaneous protrusions on the head of that proverbial Dilemma that suddenly seems not so proverbial at all? To not publish is to perish, and to perish is patently unacceptable, for that would be defeating the purpose of starting to blog in the first place.

Like for other things in life, there is no easy answer.

To blog or not to blog, that is the question!

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To the Omnipotent Bloghead

Blogger beware!

With the tiniest of blogs, comes the greatest of responsibilities: to blog something frequently. How I envy the blogger who suffers no bloggers' block, and is able to blog away at will.

Blessed are those blasé bloggers, for they shall inherit an audience.

I am certain that Blogdom is littered with its share of carcasses of failed Blogeratti, the aspiring multitude that aspired, but unlike the little engine that could, couldn't.

But for every blogger fallen, rises another, like the Phoenix from the ashes, and Blogspace refuses to be shut down. It marks time in its relentless march to Blogfinity, which is where all conscientious bloggers are promised a permanent place in Blogdom.

So, what is the point?

The point is, I started this dang blog. Seemed like a good idea at the time. Now, how do I keep the darn thing going? What do I blog? Surely the readers of blogs do not want to learn about my hemorrhoids (don’t have any), or my dog’s fleas (don’t have a dog) or even that broken coffee machine I was waxing eloquent about a couple of days ago?

Hmm, quite a quandary! On the other hand, perhaps not. If experience is any teacher, more than half the voyeuristic population of blog-readers is just waiting for the opportunity to peek into the blogger mind. Figure out what makes him tick... er, blog. So, I guess I will keep it like that for a while. With promises of sordid vistas of blogger-soul shall I hold thee, gentle (ugh!) blog–reader, in suspended cyber-animation, as it were.

But, deliver one must, tout de suit! (and, the tooter the sweeter), and I shall make haste to do so.

For, when all is said and done (… you know: like, stuff -- the hurly-burly, battles lost and won…), bloggers are overrated. It is not the Bolgeratti, but the Blogliterati that matter. You, gentle (ugh!) blog-reader, hold sway over all. Thou art Omnipotent. Thou art The Bloghead.

Without thee, there is no Blogspace.

See ya. Till the next time I have a brain… er, blogwave.

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