My last long and detailed post was published 2 months ago. Even the 2 posts that I published at that time were after a long gap. In short, I have published only 2-3 posts in the last 6 months, keeping aside the Wordless Wednesday posts which do not require much effort in stringing thoughts together.
My best friends were at their productive best throughout this time. They were writing amid the coronavirus anxiety and scare, infact writing more, publishing more, publishing on their blogs, publishing on other forums, winning accolades, working on improving on their writing ability and here I was, on the other hand, watching them, listening to them without a tinge of flutter inside me that I must write too. I had accepted I cannot write or blog or even read blogs. The blogging zeal of the past years had died.
So, what led to the death of The Bespectacled Mother’s muse?
Here are the 7 murderous reasons-
- Blogging was therapeutic for me all along until I discovered crocheting. Crocheting and working with colourful yarn has replaced writing and blogging now in terms of therapeutic value.
- My energy field stayed clogged because of everyone cooped up at home, during the lockdown and thereafter, affecting my capability to think clearly. Complete solitude is what works for me in order to string my thoughts effectively.
- Nothing that I wrote in my diary as rough drafts for prospective blog posts made any sense to me to transfer to the blog.
- The ownership of my laptop got claimed by the boy with the online schooling. The laptop was seldom free for me to think as mine.
- I had shortage of ideas which could be expanded in 500 words. My mind worked more in the form of one liners which suited mostly for Insta stories.
- Instagram provided me the happy vent during the covid times. Maybe, it would be appropriate for me to call myself an instagrammer rather than a blogger now. I have enjoyed the personal connections I have made there.
- As with everything else in life, I accepted my limitations vis-a-vis writing and blogging and eventually became complacent with myself. At the end of the day, what matters most is how one derives contentment in life.
Now, that I have revived the blog from the throes of the dead space today and the school has also started with Dhruv being away, the question is will I get back to regular blogging? And, if I will, then what it is that I am going to blog about? In case, you, miraculously (or not), have found your way to this post and furthermore managed to reach the end of this post, please feel open to share with me here in the comment section (or offline if you may prefer that route) what would you like to read here.