My brain is fried. Officially fried. And it has nothing to do with blogging. Between work and real life stuff, I barely have the brain power to create a post on my main blog let alone have a stream of consciousness post here on Ramblings (a.k.a. The Annex).
So, for the next month or so, things may be pretty quiet over here. Mostly, though, because I’m moving. Aside from it being a huge stress, it takes a physical toll – no I don’t use movers – and it’s a huge time suck. Between switching utilities, getting rid of stuff, making sure I update my addy everywhere, I will likely be tired and totally anti-social.
Not that anyone wants to listen to these rambles, but those would be rambles no one would ever want to listen to. Who wants to read/listen to whining rambles? No one, that’s who.
So, aside from this being a “notice” post about the additional quiet time on this blog, this ramble does actually tie into books.
Because I’m nervous. I’ve only been a book blogger here in this location. It was shortly after I moved here that I decided to get back into blogging. The almost two years I’ve spent here have flown by and I barely had time to settle in because I’ve been totally absorbed by this blogging thing. I didn’t get to know my neighborhood, I didn’t get to enjoy the perks of the community, because my evenings were spent with nose in book and fingers on keyboard. Wow, that is kinda sad…
But after I move….
Who knows! I’m moving back to a location where I’d tried to blog before and hated it. I’d written two or three reviews and despised each and every one. I’d attempted to start a blog about writing and books and failed miserably. So, my return to that place has filled me with this irrational fear that I’ll hate blogging, I won’t be able to write reviews – can barely do that now as it is – and will end up failing miserably like I’d done before.
I worry that any creativity I’ve had here will just disappear into the aether when I move, that environment dictates my ability to read and write. And maybe it does.
Though that location was one where I’d discovered books by Rachel Vincent, Maggie Stiefvater, Jeri Smith-Ready, Melissa Marr, Cassandra Clare. So, it wasn’t all bad….
Maybe I’ll be less focused on blogging after I move. Maybe this confined space I call a home now is what keeps me at the computer and that other location will keep me out of the home enjoying life outside my doors. I don’t really know. And that’s what scares me.
Anyway… See, brain fried. Thirteen hour workday yesterday + terrible night’s sleep = philosophical-ish rambles.
But just about this time next month I’ll be blogging from a different location and maybe, just maybe, I won’t be the same blogger. Hmmm…. Thought being a better blogger wouldn’t be such a bad thing.