This blog site has not been active in a while. Meaning, there have been lots of entries, none of them of the verbal onslaught type. Too many reasons, in fact.
First of all, much as I like to claim that I write for my own satisfaction and that words turn me on and all that crap, it does feel a bit let down to not get any kind of response. It seems even friends and family have clearly moved on to more ephemeral sources of verbiage such as facebook and twitter (heck, I don't even get emails any more). I am not looking at platitudes of ego massaging here, or so I want to believe. Still, it does give a teeny bit of inspiration when someone actually takes the effort to write back.
That of course, is more superficial.
As I mentioned somewhere before, this year was frought with uncertainties and decisions on the home front, which just about got solved. Not entirely favourably, but I suppose any decision, even if adverse, is better than the state of limbo that sucks up your energy to do anything other than obsess over it.
Perhaps now my mind will be freed from anxiety (at least some of it) and I can turn back to more creative pursuits. Perhaps dust the cobwebs from my fabric paint and glass (as with the rest of the house - there are clothes lying everywhere), and fill this blog with more than random pictures and pointers from other blogs. Right now, it looks like a hypothetical situation. Everytime I sit at the computer, I end up browsing and blog hopping for hours and end up disgusted with myself at the total lack of mental and creative activity, not to mention a splitting headache. Perhaps what I need is a work deadline. I am lucky- there's one around the corner and I hope that will jolt my brain from its current state of stupour to its usual state of frenzy.
As you may be aware by now, I also contribute now and then at my friends' food blog. Of course, I don't add any quality content there, just fluff. Once again, I don't know if it is even read, but I'll continue to delude myself that I write for my own satisfaction.