Blogging Schmlogging

James has been blogging for over a year now. One of my best friends has been blogging since before most people even knew what it was. My other best friend has been blogging for a couple of years. I've tried it a little before too... without consistency or success. But I enjoy so much what they do that I often think wistfully of being as cool. And then I keep doing dishes or reading or knitting or sighing lazily about in my perpetually messy home and don't do anything about it.

I actually thought I posted a blog last night. Don't know where it went or why I thought I'd succeeded because maybe it was part of a dream. But in my dream post I said something cool like this (but phrased more eloquently... another clue that I may have dreamed the whole thing):

I've been pregnant with the idea of blogging for months and months now. Maybe I'm beginning to have labor pains.

Maybe just braxton hicks.

False labor?

I guess we'll see.


I ended dramatically right there. Sure feels like I've typed that before.

But the fact that I came back tonight to write my second post of the year (yes, in October), or at least in my dream it would have been the second post, says that maybe the labor was genuine. Do I have a baby yet?

I was about to type, "Not sure yet" with the same dramatic-type pause surrounding "I guess we'll see," but I think the metaphor is losing it's relevancy here. You're usually sure when the baby is out instead of in.

I guess I'm feeling non-commital about this. No need to get your hopes up (by "your" I mean "my") I'll most likely kill you in the morning, I mean, I'll most likely wait another year or so to post again.

But maybe not. See, right now I really want to talk about the books I'm reading. I like to read at night until I fall asleep. Addicted to it in fact. Watch me try to fall asleep without a little novel and my mini reading light and you will see me toss and turn with worry for hours. There are worse dependecies out there. The good thing about this little habit is that it has taken me back to the kind of voracious appetite for books I had as a girl. I still like a fantasy fix every few books, but I've been introduced to a lot of other things (including real literature as well as teen candy fiction) through my book club and James' assignments (James only assigns me real literature though...Latin American, he scoffs at candy fiction. The book club girls, however, understand that both are okay).

So right now I'm reading Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. We are discussing it tomorrow night at book club. I've read most of the books but only attended twice this year. Rather silly of me. But this month I am determined to fight my sleepiness and spend a night with the girls discussing this book. I've read the Eat section and just finished the Pray section tonight. I'll start the Love section as I fall asleep in the next hour or so.

Perhaps I'll write more about it tomorrow, but for now suffice it to say that I want to take up meditation. Don't know if I'll ever make it to India as the author did, but I'm pregnant now with the idea of beginning that practice. I might be pregnant with it for a couple years, like blogging, who knows how long my gestational period might be (sometimes I'm drawn out like an elephant with this sort of thing) but maybe I'll even tell you about it, dear reader.