“You haven’t blogged in forever.”
This has become something of a common refrain in our house of late. I think Spouse is afraid that I’m turning into a curmudgeon, which I may, in fact, be doing. The arrival of the fall semester is kicking what Tina Fey would euphamistically refer to as my “heiney.”
Right now I’m sort of at that point where inspiration needs to come and take over. Ironically, I find it more at home. Why do I find it more at home? It’s weird — at home, I have no problems outlining in my head the talk I have to give in three weeks. How shall I lay out an overview of the world in 500 AD? It’s all right there! It has to do with the plague in 542 and the clearly unrequited homo love affair between Roman Emperor Justinian and Khosrow, the Shah of Sassanian Iran, and the trade routes — don’t get me started on those. We’ll be here minutes. The energy is flowing and the world (the world in 500 AD, at least) is so simple to explain! A 5 year old could do it!
And then I come to my office, sit in front of my computer … and nothing happens.
I haven’t checked Facebook in at least 5 minutes. Let me see if anything new is happening.
Bah.
Lately, I’ve been having the most ridiculous problems asking what I think are simple questions and getting my head handed to me instead. It gets to the point where I start to wonder if I’m being inappropriate or ridiculous or something — am I missing something? Did I seriously just get chewed out for asking someone what their job title is?
It’s probably no wonder that I really don’t have much motivation around the office. Every time I do, someone goes off on me. Better to sit here quietly and wait for the demise of Lindsey Lohan.
The blog is another thing I just don’t quite know what to do with. This isn’t the first time I’ve run out of steam and, rather than force myself to write contrite posts, I just let it sit in silence. And the white space begins to weigh on my soul …
So, I’m waiting for inspiration to strike and whatever stars have aligned against me to move on to their retrograde positions. And then, dear readers … I shall return.
