OK, let's see, in my last post, I told you all how I had just emerged from the hell that is end-of-semester grading. What I failed to mention is that hell hath more than one level. Because in addition to the dozens upon dozens of papers I had to read, I also had a couple of papers of my own to write. And that, my friends, was the real reason for the long lapse between editions of the Scooting Scholar Blog.
But before I say anything more, I do want to say thank you to all of you who expressed concern that you had received a new edition of the blog. It's a nice feeling to know you're missed, whether it's physically or virtually. What I should have done is treated the editions like a TV series and repeated entries from earlier in the year - wouldn't that have been a hoot. OK, maybe not. But maybe once I have so many in the can - it will have been so long ago that read it originally, it will seem brand new to you. It's a bad idea that is at least worth some consideration, right?
So, back to the real reason you didn't see new entries for so long. You see, I was truly scared that if I tried writing the blog, any spec of ideas for my papers would be non-existent. So sad, yet so true. On top of that, I just felt really tapped out - there didn't seem to be anything left for me to write about. It was almost a case of writer's block. My more creative side was feeling limp, almost impotent, and I feared that too much energy placed in rejeuvinating it would only damage my academic side.
Looking back now, I think I did myself a disservice. If anything, I probably should have written here or wherever, because the best way to overcome writer's block is to write. Of course one does not consider that until after they have overcome the situation. However, the advice is still right on. (I wonder if a similar procedure could work for guys who are a bit... limp? Not that I would know - but I digress).
What more can I say except it is good to have my creative brain back. Now if I can just harness all my random thoughts in to something a tad more coherent, I will feel that much better.
Well, I gotta scoot.