Here I go again, forsaking my blog.
Sure, I've been busy.
I went to the States for Thanksgiving, came back to a shitshow at work, friends in town, another cold (seriously tonsils, you are about to GO!), and a boyfriend here for the weekend. (Oh, if you aren't up-to-date, my boyfriend took a job in Stockholm and has been there since October.)
But I guess really I've been feeling less-than-inspired.
Blogging regularly is hard work. Props to all those who do it on the daily (and especially to those who do it on top of a regular job or "real life"). It's similar to my theory on celebrity: virtually anyone could have a hot bod if it was all you had to do. If you were "famous" (you know, for being an heiress or making a sex video or whatever other behaviors we are rewarding with celebrity status these days) and your 9-to-5 was simply working out and eating healthy or having your meals delivered? Sure, you'd look... like a celebrity. When I was blogging full-time, it was easier in that it was all I did. I had enough time during the day to wait for the inspiration to hit, for the words to flow easily. But now, my blogging window is smaller--or less open, as it were. I'll find myself with a few free minutes, but even if I get as far as opening my laptop, I find inspiration isn't hitting me over the head.
I guess inspiration just hasn't been carrying his stick lately. Let's hope he brings it along soon.