It's a Blog's Life

It must be the heat.

Last summer, I was a blogging fool. I had actually built up a following! Of two people, mind you, one of whom was an Indiana-based stalker, but that's beside the point. She needed someone to aspire to be, and I like to think that I gave her a good example. By-and-by, however, in typical Gemini fashion, I wandered away from the blogosphere.

But now it's summer again, and the punishing sun here in the desert is exacting its terrible price that we pay to live here. On the first day of summer, we maxed out at about 115 degrees. In the face of such terrible weather, I unfailingly retreat to the comfort of our condo. Once inside, I turn the air down (now that I think about it, our electricity bill is the terrible price we pay to live here), draw the blinds, and keep the home as dimly-lit as possible.

And then my fingers get a metaphorical itch. I want to revive my blog, I want to develop an online presence, blah blah blah. It should be as simple as type, edit, post...and maybe it is that simple. But at this moment in time, it's not. I think I am just overthinking it. Do my posts have to follow orderly themes; do I have to limit my posts to one time a day; should I restrain from making the occasional political commentary?

Does it fucking matter? Aside from using correct punctuation and grammar, shouldn't my only goal simply be to get it out there? Since when did I give a frickety-frack if people liked me or noticed me? (Well, I'm sure I've always cared; I am certain we all want to be liked or well-regarded. If you say no, I say "liar!") But that's beside the point. It's my space. Without all the perverts and lousy bands. So, I suppose this is my blog's kingdom. My blog's domain. It's a blog's life. It's my blog's life.