Have come to end for the moment. I had the pleasure of warm, but not hot, weather in Florida and was the lucky recipient of the serenity of shelling along the beaches, shopping at used book stores, catching falling prey to that Florida need to nap daily, and, most of all, plenty of family warmth. A wonderful time.
While I was gone, Mark Foley (scroll down) fell to disgrace (so fully), the Shortbus posters went up at one of my local art house theaters (so quickly!), and Cinekink announced its program schedule (so enticing!). (I’m thinking about taking in the early Thursday evening segment and the Saturday afternoon/early evening segments.)
I’m back in the swing of daily writing, but painfully aware of the fact that I’m more like a fish out of water, flopping away with little idea of how to escape my predicament, when it comes to blogging. I can’t say I’m wholly suffering from blog burnout; I don’t think it’s that simple. More like I’m dedicating so much time to fiction writing that I often end my days too wiped out for the blog. And, after six-plus years of looking at news links, I find it difficult to get as revved up about sex-in-the-news as I use to.
What to do, what to do…
I’m not sure. I certainly don’t want to give up blogging. I still feel too connected to it. For now, I’m going to strive for three entries a week, likely commenting on a single news item at a time. And return to podcasting. Let’s see how that goes, OK?
