Oliver Bitched Me

Oliver, my one and only fan, bitched me out. He wrote, "Dude, you need to blog more." This is quite harsh for Mellow Mr. Oliver.

He is right, though. I have been in a blog funk. I started and ignored a post-Truman Scholars Leadership Week blog post, several times. I am finding it hard to locate my writer's enthusiasm. It is silly, I enjoy writing, and there was a time when I could crank out 6 or 10 blog posts in a day without even thinking about it. But I have been home from TSLW for 6 and a half weeks and still haven't put out my wrap up, or published anything else for that matter.

It isn't that I have been utterly overwhelmed with activity, I have been busy, but not so much so that I couldn't write. It isn't as though I have not been online for several hours a day. But I just haven't felt inspired. Well, thanks Oliver for kicking me in the pants. I needed that.

We have had a busy summer. I found that I wouldn't be able to take summer classes (this may have lead to the malaise that stole my writing groove.) We returned from Kansas City and Maddie broke her arm falling off her scooter. She is on her second cast, and the healing is slow, so that has been worrisome. My nieces visited, my brother and his wife, too. And I began walking early in the mornings with my friends, which has been great, too.

I have played countless games of Scrabble. I have glanced at the LSAT guides, and bought 501 Spanish Verbs. I have killed three basil plants. Hosted several casual dinner parties and a couple of planned ones.

All in all, summer has been pretty good, with a few disappointments, but then isn't that life?