I think I'm now officially in a writing slump. I want to, and I keep thinking of things, but never when I'm near the computer, or, heaven forbid, pencil and paper. Here are some possible causes:
- My life is so wonderful and perfect that there isn't anything at all that I need to talk or bitch about. Right.
- My life is so boring that nothing is piquing enough interest to spell it out. More likely.
- My recent lack of sleep has made it difficult for me to focus. Very possible. Slept better last night.
- I've been spending a lot of time with the fotolog and since that's a kind of creative outlet, it's sucking out my need to express myself in other ways. Oooh. Maybe, just maybe
I don't take pictures every day either, but I do try to post something every day. I've actually created two separate fotologs, although I mostly post the same pictures in them. Here's why.
When I first got into the fotolog thing, through inkdragon and sunnflower, I just went ahead and used my diary name, purplechai, because of course, this would be another diary-type thing, and I find the general anonymity of the diary thing very ... comforting, is that it? I like it. Not that I wouldn't love a real-life visit with you all; how cool would that be? But I like very much that no one I know reads my diary (at least that I know of.) Yes, I've printed out parts -- big parts -- for people to read, and I guess they could find it if they looked, but mostly, people I know don't know how to do that. I think. Anyway, so I got the diary, I got the fotolog. No problem. Although I've got several Friends/Favorites on the fotolog, there's rarely the same kind of communication there is here; we post comments and that's about it.
Then a funny thing happened. I wanted some people I know to see some of the pictures I've been taking. All those shots in Hubs' garden, and he doesn't know I've already made him a nice little scrapbook of them for his birthday next week, so wouldn't he want to see them? His father lives an hour and a half away, and he's a big fan of gardening and photography; did I really need to email him a picture every day? And on. And on.
So I set up another one, another fotolog. The pictures, as I said, are mostly the same, but I started this one later, so some of the early shots aren't there. Through this one, instead of linking to other people's diaries as Friends/Favorites, I came across a lot of group fotologs, where anyone can post a picture that fits a theme. It's a Friday Five sort of thing, a prompt, but they're available all the time. I'm putting stuff there, too, but the same shots that are going on both the regular fotologs. Also, I've found a few that are ongoing stories, like people posting pictures of their family history.
Whoa. Who.oa. Hold on just a moment.
First: I'm confused. Like the old man at the end of Moonstruck, the scene in the kitchen: I'm confused. It's as if I can't keep it all straight anymore. I feel like Clifton Webb in The Remarkable Mr. Pennypacker: I've got two families, one in Scranton and one in Philadelphia, and two families, one in each city, and I can't keep track anymore. It takes me some time every day to go through all of these, all the Friend/Favorites, links, group fotologs. I'm confused.
And ... family history? I mentioned once before that a few years ago I wrote a book about my family history, using the pictures my mother kept in a big box as the basis for each of the stories I told. I've toyed with the idea of making a web diary out of it; I probably even have a template somewhere that I tinkered with. So now I'm thinking: I can do that. I can put my pictures and stories up here too. Well, not here here. A new diary, different template.
I'll let you know.
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