I'm kinda busy, kinda weary, kinda frustrated, and kinda lacking in spark today. I've started and trashed a few blog entries this morning, all of them judged and found wanting.
Meh. Blogging about not blogging is one of those things I try not to do but sometimes it's good to just get something, anything, onto the page/screen and see what follows on. Like writing "It was a dark and stormy night." at the top of the page when you have writer's block, knowing full well that you can go back and cross that one out once you get going. It at least starts the engine turning over.
Car metaphors, from me? Lifetime non-driver and the least mechanically minded person in the universe. Who'd have thought?
I guess mechanical metaphors are pertinent at the moment. This week I'm not running at my optimum, and signs of wear and tear are showing. Gears are grinding. Pistons misfiring. It feels like a lack of maintenance and some jerryrigged repairs in the past are coming unstuck.
Maybe I just need more lubricant...
OK, I just went to a different place entirely there for a moment. Funny how we always seem to end up there isn't it?
[Updated: OK, as it turns out an hour spent doing no work, looking at handsome boys on Flickr, and wandering through my blog links, went a long way to counteracting the dose of the Blahs that this post sprang from. See how easy to fix I am? Your mileage may vary.]