See you at the bitter end ...

I've missed a lot of blogging days this month. I find that amusing because I used to be super gung-ho about blogging every single day. Like, WOE! if I missed a day or something. While I admittedly blog more for myself (because I have a terrible memory and need all the help remembering the little things that happen that I can get), it seems that lately all the people that I used to interact with on a daily or weekly basis are transitioning away from blogging.

I have several friends that post on Facebook but I can't stand the way FB is set up so I avoid it as much as possible. I like Twitter but everything you write there is so fleeting. I wonder how often people take the time to check out tweets that came in while they were offline. Once it's off page 1 of your timeline do you even see it? Plus, when people respond to a tweet hours after I've written it I usually don't know what they're talking about. Maybe that's just me, though.

I don't get Tumblr at all. I just... don't. Every time I've followed a link over there I have no idea what anyone's talking about. It's like there's this whole other language on that site that somehow just passed me by.

I love my book blog but at the same time I hate the way comments are set up there. Unlike LJ, Blogger doesn't let you respond directly to comments (you know where it nests the response under the original comment) so replying over there is a mess.

I guess I'm trying to say that I love blogging. I love the act of writing out a (mostly) daily journal and knowing that if I need to know what day Cole and I went and got delicious fro-yo it's there for me. But at the same time, it's a little depressing to think that no one will ever see the genius of my posts anymore. I'm a bad commenter, btw. Probably one of the worst. So I guess I can't complain that peeps aren't commenting here and letting me know they're visiting when I never do either.

I really don't know what I'm saying. I love blogging but I'm feeling a sense of ... I don't know. I'm feeling adrift right now. Maybe it's because I don't have all that much to talk about. Maybe I'm just having a weird day.

Maybe I need to stop reading a shitload of books a day and get back to my writing so I can talk about other things besides sexy paranormal romances.

Speaking of which...
Book #119 - Dragon Warrior (Midnight Bay #2) by Janet Chapman - Frothy, fun and magical. This is the type of book you read when you're not looking to tax your brain too severely.
Book Blogger Hop, Follow Friday & Tagalong Friday - When I get to talk about books with sexy Fae warriors, pooping out gold babies, and cosmic middle fingers And I get to put up pictures of a shirtless Jason Behr... well, you know you're going to be reading a crazy post.

Now that I've vented my discontent all over you, I'm going to go watch TV.
You're welcome.