
I seem to be down to posting only once a month or so, and even that’s become a bit of a struggle.
Maybe I’m just bored. Maybe my muse has forsaken me. Or maybe my life has become so humdrum that I simply can’t come up with anything I feel would be interesting to my readers.
Most likely, all of the above.
I always said that when blogging was no longer fun, I would stop doing it. When creating posts came to seem more like work than play, I started slowing down.
But once a blogger, always a blogger. Even with no ideas afoot, I find myself sitting at the computer and typing nonsense like this.
Is it an obsession? Is it a passion? Is it a soft addiction?
Who knows, but every time I consider shutting down my blogs (and probably my photo sites), something stops me. I think about all the blogging friends I’ve made over the years and I miss them. I see my followers count continue to rise, and that makes me feel special. Even though my photos have never been all that good, I consider that maybe, just maybe, someday I’ll be in the right place at the right time, with the right camera, to get that perfect shot.
Maybe someday I’ll become that writer I always wanted to be. Others in my family have done that, bless their creative little hearts – and just ignore my unwarranted envy; I’m really very proud of every wonderful, beautiful member of my family.
Recently, a colleague asked if I had taken any good photos lately, and I explained that I had become tired of both photography and writing. He chuckled and said that once spring finally came to Buffalo, NY, I’d feel more artistic.
Perhaps he’s right.
So long as my readers are willing to stick around a bit longer, I’ll wait to shut everything down. ‘Cause maybe, just maybe, that awesome, award-winning story will come to me yet.
Hugs, all.
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Image by Cordelia’s Mom/TeddyRosalieStudio



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Puppy Cody is, of course, still here and often featured on this blog. I love my puppy, even when she’s “bad”. Fortunately, at the ripe age of 9, she’s not bad very often these days.








