After three years I think I've lost my mojo.  It's as if I forgot how to blog.

Or maybe it's more like losing my religion.

Nah, I take that back, it's not like falling off the Catholic bandwagon.

For the last couple of months I've thought to myself every day, Hey, I need to blog that, whatever it was I was thinking at the time.

But now it's dried up, left me, the urge to write something.  I don't really know why, either.  Have I lost my introspection, being wrapped up in doing rather than being for a couple of months?  Have I stopped listening to my interior voice?  Or did that inner me decide to sleep on the couch for a while...?

I really thought I'd be back in the groove, posting every morning or at least once before calling it a day.  As you can see I didn't.

Some will say it's a normal cycle in blogging; I don't know, not knowing a lot of other bloggers who've done this for longer than three years.  (Filchy?  Xian?  can you testify?)  Maybe it's just a protracted period of writer's block, but I don't think so.  It doesn't feel like it to me. 

Maybe I've simply reached a point of saturation; perhaps my personal CPU can't process any more stuff, used up all day with all sorts of other preoccupations.  Or maybe I've really lost the discipline to blog; it's a practice that many of us cultivate, the way artists cultivate their talents. 

Whatever it is, I only know I want to sit on my deck, watch the last northerly remnants of Rita drift overhead as blue skies emerge, feel the cooling autumn air on my face as I watch the feathery drift of green in my yard become a lawn.

I'll try to be back tomorrow.  Really.

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