Is there anything more boring or self-indulgent than the blogger writing about why he isn't blogging? No, not many things. But since I've already started down that path, here's the condensed version, before you click over to a blog with something interesting to say: I'm fine, and hope to be writing more soon.
For anyone still reading, first of all, thank you for keeping me on your reading list. I'm alive and well. Life is generally good. I'm as beastly as ever (as reported by those in a position to know), and I have fantasies, observations, and real-life adventures to share.
So if that's true, then why aren't I writing? I'm not sure the answer to that. When I look back at when I wrote 10, 12, or 15 posts per month, I don't know how I did that. That took a lot of energy - but it wasn't a struggle, it was what I really wanted to do. I can't seem to muster that energy now.
I know that blogs (and especially sex blogs) age in dog years. My four-year blogoversary was in April, which I think means that a pretty young nurse will wheel me into the seniors section of Blogger (strained carrots for dinner, long rambling stories of the good old days and how it used to be on Blogger - just be sure to get me back to my room in time for Wheel of Fortune!)
Anyway, enough rambling. I'm alive, I'm well, and I hope to write more...though I have no promises or predictions of that actually happening.