Feeling bloggy

Blogging, and consistent blogging at that, continues to elude me. I am not a proactive blogger. I plod along in the world of the written word.  There are enough interesting things going on in the world that technically I should have blog fodder for months. But I really don't. Politically, I stand pretty firmly entrenched on the liberal left.  This doesn't mean that I hate John McCain. He's a smart guy. He works hard.  I just don't want him to be president.  See how long that was? Like a half a paragraph if that.  There are certain discussions that I like to have in person.  People tend to express irony, sarcasm, and ideological vitriol better in person. Conversations that require eye contact. Like sex. Talking about sex and all of its intricacies need eye contact (and generally lots of laughter).  I also tend to blog about things that amuse me. And only me. And as much as I enjoy talking about political policies, I love talking about whether or not Chris Martin had his teeth bleached or if Kenley should have been voted off of Project Runway (yes to both by the way).  I have discovered by blogging that I am a talker. This doesn't mean I won't blog. Oh, I will. I am sure some insanity will enrage (or amuse) me enough to take to the page.  By doing this I was trying to focus more on my writing. Now I want to focus on communicating.  With the written word AND eye contact. I just need to find a personal balance between the two. Let's see where this shall lead.  

PS: If you love reading blogs--The Daily Beast is the place to be. I LOVE these blogs. I mean that. And in another twist, I have chosen my new literary husband to be Christopher Buckley. Not kidding. Read his blog (and his books for God sakes) and you will know why.