After yesterday’s deluge of posts, I was chatting with Roamy, and discussing that some days, everything I see on the internet is interesting, and others… nothing moves the needle. Today seems to be one of those days, so far.
It’s going to be a hot day, but for now, I’m sitting on the patio, watching the geese, ducks, squirrels and bunnies frolic, unconcerned that foursomes of golfers pass right by every 7 minutes. It’s gorgeous and I’ve got a big old mug of coffee. Do I really want to spend my time writing or thinking?
It’s strange being a blogger. I started because I had stuff, words, concepts, that I felt a strange need to spout. I thought I had something to add to the lives of others, and struggled to be heard. That I got as much traffic as I did relatively quickly, and gained a very loyal and thoughtful following was extremely gratifying.
But that following means I also feel a pressure to produce content, even on those (all too frequent) days when the muse has fled, or the press of my other duties impinge upon my blogging time. As an aside, the loss of Neptunus Lex has also had a surprising effect. I don’t think I realized just how much I cribbed from him, not just topics, but his frame of reference, and the voice, the grammar, the prose he used to bring his thoughts to bear.
As I’ve mentioned in other contexts, I’m not the most touchy-feely guy. I have a hard time writing the human interest story that so many other mil-bloggers do, especially the Army types. It’s not that I don’t care for them. I just struggle and seem to have little in the way of ability to be any more than trite when discussing those issues. I’m far more comfortable discussing why a certain weapon developed they way it did, the pressures and problems that lead to one doctrine or technology over another.
There’s no real point to this. I’m not going to hang up my spurs, or make any major changes here. I just thought some of you might like to know what goes through my head.