It kind of dropped away over December, went into a steep decline. A double dip vitality loss. I couldn’t even summon up the enthusiasm to feel unhappy about the prospect of losing it forever.
Was it worth the energy outlay? The continual dredging up of vigour? Why not just let it go? Take the path of least resistance? Learn to live without it?
Make do with it in absentia.
I mean, other people cope without it. Other people seem happy enough without it in their lives. Not everyone needs that particular spark in their continued existence. Other people don’t seem to see its absence as a loss at all.
But maybe they just don’t miss what they’ve never had?
See, that’s the problem with me. The stumbling block to letting go. I have had it in my life. Three times a week for the last 6 years. Sometimes it’s been a collaborative effort, other times I’ve gone solo. But regardless of the how and the why, I have indulged. I have pushed myself to indulge. It’s healthy apparently. It keeps things flowing. Keeps the pipes clean.
But this Christmas... I don’t know what it was. The culmination of a heavy year at work, money worries, the fresh completion of a novel that drove me too hard... I just lost my blogging mojo. Big time.
And other bloggers seemed to be dropping away. Dropping like flies. Output all over the blogosphere was falling away like share prices on the Ftse 100. It was like blogging had become yesterday’s news. Today’s kebab wrapping. It was like it didn’t matter anymore.
And so I thought why shouldn’t I join them? Why not go along with the zeitgeist? Who the hell would miss me? 15, maybe 16 people. I’ve hardly set the world alight. Why not snuff out my sarcastically whinging voice along with the dying of the light?
Who’s going to care?
I am.
Because I realized I’d miss being able to moan to a captive (if small) audience. I’d miss the camaraderie of my comments box. I’d miss exasperating and annoying people. Being the anally retentive bad penny blogger who just keeps turning up (even when no one has asked him to) and sending stuff out into the blogosphere.
Because basically, I just love getting on other people’s tit’s.
And once I realized that... well, the old mojo came back again with a vengeance.
Thank you all for your help.
41 comments:
Whew that was a close shave! Wipes brow. Well I for one would miss you. You are, by far, the nicest 'whingy moany voice' I've ever had the pleasure to meet (virtually). Love your work. Truly. Vx
Glad you've got your mojo working again! You are one of the few bloggers about who always has summat interesting to say.
Glad to hear it you would be much missed.
You're never going anywhere near my tits.
But glad you found your copy of the world's best music magazine
Hooray for your Mojo. I must admit, I did wonder about just not doing it any more because it does take up a lot of time and the £1.72 my blog has earned since I let Adsense in certainly isn't going to make me rich but then again, I like having someone to moan to....
ups and downs.. ups and downs....
funny how writing a few words that a motely group of people read can fire you up sometimes...
keep writing, keep getting on peoples' tits and keep entertaining
happy new year matey
Never leave us!
I keep losing my blogging mojo and I often wonder how you find the time and momentum, not to mention fresh subjects to write about all the time.
Keep up the good work my friend.
Given the series of T.V. ladies with whom you have regaled your male readers I imagine that getting on their tits would indeed give you pleasure.....
I know the feeling. I decided to take a week off (apart from Wednesday's last minute "Please Vote For Me" post) in the hope of revitalising my own mojo.
Strangely, I've had more hits this week than EVER before. On average 100 more hits a day. Maybe if I blog less I'll get more readers. Imagine what'd happen if I stopped blogging altogether? I could become the Number One blog on the net - just by shutting the hell up.
Happy to oblige.....keep on keeping on.
Vix: aw shucks. Ta.
Emma: I don't know about interesting but I've always got something to say.
MissBehaving: every village needs an idiot.
Nota Bene: I was always a Melody Maker fan myself.
Wylye Girl: £1.72? So not worth the hassle of setting it up then?
John: glad your tits are on offer. Happy New Year to you too.
Very Bored in Catalunya: I'll do my best to stick around!
The fly in the web: now that might be worth a future blog post...
Rol: I'd vote for you. ;-)
Libby: that I will, ma'am.
did you find MY mojo? Oy give it back!
Kelloggsville: was yours the one with the smiley face on the front?
Oooof, for a moment there I thought you were talking about your sex drive, and trying to live without sex...
As for tits was going to say something akin to what our friend Fly said. But do keep them coming. The stars and starlets.
Honestly though, learned very early on in my blogging experience that I have very little patience for blogs that are pretty much text only... by the time of day I usually get around to looking at a blog or two I just don't have the energy to want to read scads of text about one thing or another. I tend to far prefer photo blogs. But yours is really almost one of the only exceptions to that, and that simply because no matter what mood you are in, what you are ranting about, it always comes across in a voice that I enjoy listening to... yep, a little sick, a little mad, a bit of bats in the belfry, but always entertaining, always human finally...
So I cast my vote for another year of tits from Steve !!!
Owen: it'll be my pleasure to oblige you. So never fear, my dear friend, the tits of the future are well and truly on me!
It sounds as if you're approaching the male menopause. Just go with the flow. Take care of the tits and the mojo will take care of itself.
Great to have you back replete with Mojo magnified!
Gorilla Bananas: it would be great if the tits took care of my mojo.
About Last Weekend: it's great to be back and all mojo'd up!
We haven't enjoyed a good excrement story in ages. Lack of inspiration?
I know, I know...I have been one of those who dropped off...to be honest I would say I was 'shaken off my perch'.
Glad that you;'re here for me to visit, even if I have been also slack at leaving my paw prints on your screen and my nose imprint on your windows!
English Rider: plenty of inspiration, just been gagged by the powers that be. Censorship is alive and well in Leamington Spa.
Amanda: you are always most welcome. Would you like me to leave you a bottle of something fruity by the door like we do for Father Christmas?
that would be great, in a plastic bottle methinks would be best....
Amanda: you needn't worry about smashing our best China. We haven't got any.
What keeps me going is the knowledge that you'll try hard to find something pithy to say about my posts.
"Tit's"? Is that their silicone?
Marginalia: nothing I like better than really pithing people off.
I'm always losing my Mojo. In the car foot well, down the gap by the draining board, in the folds of my own stomach. Pesky things, those little chewy sweets.
You keep writing, I'll keep reading.
Keith: I'd forgotten about those... weren't they purple?
Ah, so that's what a mojo is - thank you for enlightening me. I've found mine again too.
Well, thank goodness you decided not to give it all away. I love your writing, Steve. I myself fell away during the festive season (vacation with - shock - highly limited internet access!) and it feels great to be back, not to mention reading one of my hands-down favourite blogs.
Mark: it's nice having it back again, isn't it?
Katriina: sweet talker.
Now, I'm not going to tell you what you can do Re that last line because you lobbed it too easily.... Suffice to say, I'm proud to be counted as one of your captive audience. We're stuck with each other, mojo or no!
Being Me: I have to say there seems to be the best of people in this here padded cell of mine...!
I know what you mean: I average about 8 hits per day, and 3 of those are under-4s using the computer without their parents' knowledge.
But I like the sound of my own voice, so I keep plodding on. Output waxes and wanes, but never stops entirely.
You seem to have had a rough year so cut some slack.
Jon: it's usually the rough years that give me the most inspiration.
Hi Steve, first of all Happy New Year! I know it's already the 8th but good wishes are always welcome, aren'they? My blogging mojo is completely gone, but it's January and I hate January...mainly because I have to my a big slice of my yearly taxes! Anyway, as long as you keep on moaning I will read you! Ciao. A.x
La la la la la la la...
Oh, sorry, did you go somewhere?
No? Good.
Now, what's for tea?
LCM x
Lunarossa: thank you; thus proving that the best thing about this blog is the readers. Happy New Year to you too.
LCM: yup. Situation normal... as the saying goes. ;-)
Glad you found it. Still searching for mine...
Wanderlust: it'll come back. It always does in time.
Well personally I LOVE your winging and such! You would be missed if you went, so don't...you hear me ;)
Livi: yes ma'am!
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