I'm apologizing in advance for my very least favorite type of post to read on other blogs, but nevertheless, I'm feeling a bit drained of my writing interest lately. It is rare for me to go a full week without posting something and I could easily chalk it up to not being around, but that is hardly true. I've been here, but with nothing to write.
It's not even that I've been too busy. I've managed semi-lucid posts at times when I though the combination of teaching and writing a proposal was going to deny me sleep for a week, because blogging is a nice change of pace. It keeps me thinking and keeps me writing, and sometimes I even have trouble focusing on work until I get a post out of my head.
Over the past few weeks however, I've been doing nothing but writing. Hour after hour I'm staring at this screen, squeezing out sentences like an old man trying to drop a deuce after a cheese festival. By the time it comes to blogging, my effort is gone and I'm left uninspired. I have four half started posts in the hopper that I thought might get me out of this funk, but about two paragraphs in I realized that they are more pathetic than the neighbor who leaves their Christmas tree up until February. Rather than vomit up these forced posts I'll sit tight and hope that pushing these grant proposals out the door results in the mental unclogging I need to get back on this.
Maybe I just need some new peeps around this place to shake things up. Let's see what the New Year brings...