Busy doing nothing.
I am struck by my current blogging (in)activity. In the past I have had occasional interludes but nothing compared to the current downturn in activity. Mind you, neither have I had to endure a deluge of enquiries about my relative silence nor a glut of demands that I post again.
I suppose that, in part, this is all a function of not having much of interest to say – although that has never inhibited me in the past. More precisely, for the first time since 2002 I have not been particularly inclined to blog much at all.
I have still jotted down the occasional passing thought in my ever-present notebook with the aim of later expanding it into a post. I have, alas, forgotten what was in my mind as I jotted some of them down. For example: “Loki and Coyote: great and probably necessary ideas but embarrassing should you be there at the time”. Ummm… what was that one about?
I was also stirred at lunchtime today to do something of which I was very fond when I were but a nipper of a blogger -having a good rant but not much gets me so excised these days. I also thought of turning in something slightly different, into a slightly more structured essay into my thoughts on various things. But then I thought “meh”.
Digging deeper, although I frequently excuse my silences here by a jokey reference to “indolence and sloth”, this is actually a diversionary tactic which is nevertheless not that far from the truth. I have often over the years gone through quite lengthy periods during which I have found it very difficult to work up the enthusiasm for doing very much at all. Equally some things seem to draw me in to a level of complete immersion to the exclusion of anything else. I think these are two sides of the same coin – I am more than capable of becoming deeply immersed in doing nothing at all.
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