Sputtering

I've been chugging along at this blog for a while now, somehow making two posts a week (mostly), sometimes posting something that strikes me as valuable or kind of important, sometimes feeling guilty about getting people to come and actually look at what I've posted. Several times a year it seems I find myself in one of those blogger funks, where the topics don't come easy or, when they do, the words just don't seem to work out right (like today, where I've spent the last hour trying to make sense out of a topic that I had nailed down in my head yesterday). When that happens several weeks in a row, I usually pull the plug for a while.

As a blog reader, I know how upsetting or annoying it can be when someone you almost rely on disappears without a trace, like they've been swallowed up in the Bermuda Triangle or fell into one of those holes in Siberia. Or when someone who posts every Tuesday suddenly posts on Thursday, then Monday and Wednesday, then not at all for a month-and-a-half. I try not to be that person, and I've mostly succeeded.

But I'm back in one of those bloggety blog struggles right now, to the point where I am once again thinking about taking a short break. The problem for me is that every time I announce a short break, the ideas come firing in. They may not be good ones and the execution may be shoddy, but damn if they don't get written, and then I look like a liar. Or a waffler.

This is a long-winded way of saying I don't know what I'm going to do over the next few weeks. I may take the month of April off. I may not. I may change my posting schedule. I may not. I guess we'll see. Have a nice weekend, thanks for coming by, and maybe I'll see you on Monday here, or at your own blogs.