Once Again With The Reflexive Blogging About (Not) Blogging

I hate to keep being so darn reflexive about all this blog stuff, but it seems like once again the less I blog, the less I blog. It seems that I've now formed a new habit, one of not-blogging, rather than blogging. I need to figure out a way to get the regular blogging (not to mention writing) habit back. Perhaps a will-write-for-sushi dare would work on me (I *do* love me the hamachi nigiri, oh yes I do), but really, perhaps all it would take is some sort of sign that anyone is still reading. There's something about an audience, no matter how humble, that cattle prods me into writing. Perhaps it's my usually pretty well hidden vain streak (vain vein?), along with a healthy fear of appearing in any way like unto an idiot. I think that's why having a writer's group generally works so well for me--I know I can count on at least an audience of two who reliably want to read what I write (or at least do so out of politeness and/or a sense of reciprocity). Knowing I have the audience, I feel like I have to write something so that I won't disappoint them or embarrass myself by seeming (overly) flaky. But unfortunately even in my beloved writer's group the "accountability/audience effect" seems to be fading, as we seem to have shifted more into long-term friends rather than professional colleagues (not that I'm complaining, mind you, and even if I was I would never do so on my blog, because duh, those gals are probably a good 30% of my blog's readership right now as well. Hi gals!) Hmmmm. Maybe I just need a good old dose of them deadline/consequences blues. Anyone want to give me some?

Aw hell, I don't really mean it. The last thing I need right now is more deadlines and more Things To Get Done (see previous entry). I barely have the energy to sit around and complain about how tired and generally overwhelmed I am. But I do wish that my creative fire would come back for a visit. It's getting cold around here. Maybe my muse has relocated to that tropical hammock + frosty drink + cabana boy vacation spot again. Maybe I should too...nope, I think I'll just go to bed so I can be well rested for my usual 6am wake up call to noisy birds and a too-bright bedroom and kid wrangling. And then a full day of workworkworkworkwork. Sounds lovely, eh?