There was a time every week when I sat down to write this blog, whether or not any topic idea came immediately to mind, I was able to come up with something I felt worked.

It appears that time has passed.  I’m trying to figure out why exactly.  Is it the general lack of interest, feedback and support?  Nah, don’t think so.  I’ve been doing ok with little of that since the beginning.  Such is the average blogger’s reality.

Is it possible that, like the rooster, my blog’s days are now numbered?  He, like me, seems to be having some sort of existential crisis.  He travels the yard mostly alone these days, and his hen mounting has markedly diminished.

The writers here might think it’s simply writer’s block, and will pass.  But, I don’t believe in writer’s block, so that one doesn’t really work for me.

The truth is I have loved writing this blog, it’s been the one writing avenue that was ALL me–what I’ve wanted to do and say–not following the demands of editor or client, or maybe even audience.

Or maybe I’m at a crossroads at last.  With thousands of pages of “unpublished” writings, I wonder why I keep doing it exactly.   Unlike most authors, I don’t feel any great urge to see my name on the cover of a book, and the tiny thrill I used to get a decade ago from seeing my words in print has long since faded.

Would any of you more wise readers and/or prolific writers share your insights into my predicament?

I would be deeply grateful.  Unfortunately for the rooster there is no hope.