I have noticed (and noted) on several occasions that the bloggers whose posts I read tend, from time to time, to be subject to periods of lethargy.
Now, since most of those I read are of the artistic bent, I simply put this down to artistic drive, or lack thereof. Moribund muse and all that…we, almost all of us, seem to feel that we must post on a regular basis. We want to keep the faith. And our readers!
But I have lately been leaning towards the “seasonal” stance. Cynthia has a post about the apparent flagging of some blogs/bloggers.The comments after that seem to suggest that other bloggers are noticing the same slowing-down. Is blogging, both the writing and reading, encroaching too much on personal Time?
Maybe blogging is, like the long and langourous summer holidays of childhood, a time of fun, excitement, do-what-you-feel-like freedom? We have plenty of time…
Then that sudden warning tang of autumnal air.
The Northerners have had their summer rush and must now prepare for the coming winter. Our genetic memory still fuels our collective trepidation and summer’s exuberance tends to wane as we squirrel away necessities against the coming season’s shortages. For some, this may mean putting blogging aside for a while.
Here, the Antipodean summer expectations are driving us. We begin new projects, perversely perhaps, knowing that we will have “more time” to complete things, to write longer or more frequent posts, while still playing in the sunshine.*
Could it be that blogging’s early days were its summer days? Will there continue to be a seasonal spate, followed by a dry time?
Maybe, like the land, our blogging needs a fallow period. And would that be so bad?
* Except in this state, whose government does not believe in Daylight Saving!
THAT DOLL (finally!)
It began as ” a bit of a laugh, really.” A doll to be a personal “whipping boy” for our negativity and darker thoughts.
I had in mind something along the lines of a voodoo doll into which I could stick sharp implements whenever I had the grumps.
But the doll forged its own character and intentions as it progressed. Many doll-makers and writers say much the same of their creations. Speaking solely for myself, I find that until a character “talks ” to me I am merely floundering in the dark.
Somehow, the idea of transferring my angst and inflicting pain was all wrong. I am a jovial and optimistic person. And the poppette knew this and seeded my brain with a different idea…
The wooden jar (turned from the root of an ancient kauri) that she holds contains a version of the Chinese fortune cookie in a tiny scroll bearing a quotation, a thought for the day, an epigram. No sharps!
Perhaps I could post one each time I write?
For those who may be interested : the doll is based on a pattern by Patti Medaris Culea. She has published several articles and books (USA) which are still available.
A reminder, to myself as much as to you… the blogiversary is only a couple of weeks away.