It's been quite a while now and I assume no one's missed me. So I won't get into explanations. But if you insist, Lalita's pretty much put the reasons together, much better than I could have. The world's been busy with blasts, wars, roadblocks, oh sorry, blog blocks, public neck rubs, a prince in the pit, an unrequitted lover stabbing his lady love 36 times and confessing his crime, and the MSM was there to write about all this and much more to pander to the average taste buds; while I tried to figure out where I fit in to these scheme of things.
Fortunately or unfortunately for me, I don't fit in anywhere. That kind of leaves me pretty much orphaned and a destitute. I live in the midst of the madding crowd, but in my own little island comprising of my one and a half people. So my posts are essentially about my life, or my extended life that includes my four and a quarter friends. But one doesn't feel the need to talk about or write about it always because I assume my two and a half readers wouldn't be interested in what's bothering, motivating, inspiring or irritating me, though they may want to be a part of my happiness. But then again I assume too much, as a wise friend tells me.
The bottomline is, I don't want to write for the heck of writing and subject the world to more misery, not unless I am sure I have content I'd like to share with the world and I know the world would enjoy reading it. It is a different matter that most of the time I wonder whether I should or should not write, in the first place.
And, as I have mentioned in an earlier post, I'm horribly, terribly technologically challenged, so I haven't a clue about site trackers and whathaveyou to tell me what brings readers, if they bring any at all, to my site. So I am eternally suffering from a lack of ideas. Therefore, the best excuse is to sayI suffer from a writer's block. That conveniently takes care of my mental as well as physical disabilities. So I happily get away with it.
And right now I realise, that I am happily contradicting what I said at the very begininning, that I shall not get into explanations.
But that's how I am -- a bundle of contradictions.
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Two and a half readers, forsooth!
And if I, an aggressively and determinedly technological illiterate could learn enough to do it, so could you.
But you can't be bothered, that is my conclusion. But don't stop writing, for pity's sake. I need all the good writing I can get, to read.
Maybe we should form a group of underconfident and can't-be-bothered bloggers, those who are not indifferent towards blog fame and dream of having a super-cool and popular blog but just can't seem to find the right things to write about. We can all bond and give each other backrubs and all. Maybe even some ideas!
Lali: Look, exactly 2 commentators, as of now! And it's not exactly not bothered, I'm busy...chatting of course:D
MM: not indifferent towards blog fame and dream of having a super-cool and popular blog -- definitely not me. I am happy lying low;)
okay here's the missing half reader to complete your two and a half!
"I assume my two and a half readers wouldn't be interested in what's bothering, motivating, inspiring or irritating me" But they are, they are. Because in the din of daily life we have a compulsive need to know that we are not the only ones who go through hell, and there are more like us, and someone is doing well etc. Your one and a half life island is inspiring to some. So pleeeez don't disappear. People do care. And worry.
*hugs*
Hey M, thanks so much. Very touched. Will keep you posted:)
You did get a decent post out of your NOT being able to post. Obviously you're doing SOMEthing right.
J.A.P.
Thank you kind Sir. Am flattered;)
People did miss your blog !!
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