Wednesday, August 31, 2011


Writing is good for the soul. Get your thoughts out of your head and out there, out for the universe to work with. Express your energy.

I'm back at Panera Bread in Sunnyvale for "Shut Up and Blog," a meetup for bloggers to gather and blog together. Today, I met Bill Belew, the organizer of the meetup. In fact, I'm sitting to his right as we type together. He's got quite a collection of data that allows him to get traffic a lot more than I've gotten to date. What I mean is, he's collected and analyzed a bunch of data and has uncovered some guidelines for being more successful at blogging. I took one of his webinars and learned about how to optimize connections with search engines and such so that you can garner more traffic to your website/blog.
I want more traffic because I want to make more connections with people who want to write and read and make their life better. I want to connect with other bipolar people who are looking for a better way of life, or just looking to improve their health or learn how to cope. Of course, I'd like to somehow turn this into a money making endeavor, but that's all secondary. That would be icing on the cake.
I am getting close to the end of my finances. The temporary disablility that I get could run out any day. Our savings is getting very low. I need to get something going financially. Some sort of job or something-- maybe a bank job? As in, robbing one? I don't know.
This is the one hundredth post that I've made to this blog. I've done some really good things, reading back over some of my work. Quite a bit of interesting stuff.
But this entry? Well, I ain't feeling it yet.
That's okay, it comes and goes. Just keep on moving.
Harder than it sounds...
I'm frustrated by this keyboard on the laptop. I can't seem to type without brushing the mouse button, so my cursor is constantly jumping all over the place. Must be some way to turn off the stupid thing.
Keep trying.
All caught up in the production construct. Worried about the output. The product. Can't get over the editing.
Want so badly to produce something inspiring. But I just feel bland today. Nothing but blandeur. Grandiose images of mashed potatoes without gravy.
I get to help my neice move again. She's got to move an awful lot. Luckily, she doesn't have a lot of stuff. And since I have a truck, I'm the favorite uncle. Oh well. She's a good kid and deserves the help. So I won't complain too loudly.
I am reading a book by a witch. Her name is Starhawk. She is the author of "The Fifth Sacred Thing," the book I intend to read next. This one is "The Earth Path," and is about spiritual practice. She speaks to the ways of nature and its mothering role. How nature is the grounding basis for spiritual practice. I love her summaries of schools of thought. It's a very intellectual account of things, so I'm reading quite slowly, but I'm enjoying it.
She has a way of presenting things and being politically savvy, such that she gets her point across without being totally disrespectful to her counterpoint's views and opinions. A good read.
So, despite feeling uncreative and kind of blocked, I've succeeded in blogging this whole time. Impressive.
Let's see how much attention this post gets.


Deb said...

Keep writing. The "thought constipation" will work itself out. It may be blandeur, but it's your kind of blandeur. And since you made up that word, you can have it mean anything you want.

Gerri said...

Good job of trying to "keep on keeping on"! It is not easy to write when you don't feel up to it. Heck, it not easy when you do feel up to it. I love your "blandeur"...