I haven't blogged for a few weeks. It hasn't been because I haven't cared about anything that's been happening. My absence has been more due to the fact that I've simply been blah & listless.
It hasn't been a sad or depressed kind of blah, mind you. Rather, it's been a perpetually tired, dozing off even during True Blood, baggy eyed kind of blah.
It's been the kind of blah that measures days in number of naps taken, instead of number of tasks completed or words written.
I don't think I've been sick, I think I've been bored to the point of being uninspired. Essentially, I've fallen into the same trap that snares many writers/bloggers. I've spent so much time keeping up on events and writing about them, that I haven't been leaving my nest enough to experience things.
Think it doesn't happen to writers? When we see something farcical such as a dedicated vice cop falling in love with a drug dealer who stands for everything he's against (Miami Vice 2006), or a group of guys stealing a baby and a police car during a drunken night in Vegas (The Hangover 2009) many of us can't help but shake our heads and think, "People don't act like this." I firmly believe such pablum is produced by writers who live rooted to their computers and don't observe the world around them.
To get my juices flowing again, and avoid this trap in the future, I need to make a few changes.
- Borders has been gone for more than a year, and I need to establish a new regular watering hole where everybody knows my name.
- I should contact Washington County again to see if I can find some volunteer work.
- As weather permits, I need to take the train to the city once a week, just to observe people.