Sure, the posts are up (because I wrote them all in a flurry weeks ago) and sure, I've been keeping up with the steady flow of books flooding my life (I may have gone overboard with the ARC tours), but my online presence has been practically nil. I scan Twitter maybe once a day, haven't opened Google Reader in weeks, and am largely ignoring my inbox.
I am in a funk.
Work has been stressful, life has been stressful, and I keep getting sick. I haven't written or attempted to write anything in months, despite the ideas flitting around my head. It has not been sparkly rainbows and magical unicorns in my neck of the woods.
You probably noticed that I stopped commenting weeks ago. I promise it is not you. It's me. And I'm hoping that by airing my feelings here that maybe I can turn a corner.
Does this happen to you? Do you reach a point when you start questioning how much of your life is getting eaten up by your blog? How do you fix it?
Don't get me wrong. I've been reading some incredible books. Books and reviews are not the problem. But I don't want this blog to be just reviews, or reviews and memes. I want this to have real, proactive content, but the time commitment makes it all seem so overwhelming. I need something to get my creative juices flowing, but that doesn't require me to give up half my week. That half needs to be reserved for exercise.
I'm going to keep thinking about this, and will be making my way around the blogosphere to say "hi" soon. I miss you. I apologize for being an absentee bloggy friend. I thank you if you've made it this far and still care about what I have to say. To make it up to you, tomorrow I'm going to be putting together a giveaway.
Until then, you'll have to make do with a Paint.
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