Cookery and cats...

So, when all else fails post a picture of a kitty - here’s Luna to grab your attention.

Yes, I’m having an attack of ‘blogger why bother’ (BWB). It’s a regular occurrence, so I’m used to it, but I don’t know why I can’t shake the damned thing off when it gets into my system. After all, if I know when it’s coming, so I should be able to deal with it. Take a pill or something; maybe turn around three times widdershins whilst mumbling a Native American chant or have a few stiff drinks... Margaritas probably.

The thing is with BWB it has two main causes:
Firstly – the daily struggle to find anything to write about.
Secondly – the lack of response to what I write when I struggled to find it in the first place.

Oh, I’ve covered these topics before and quite recently too, so I see no need to bother you with going into the detail. But it does leave me wondering just why I bother and why you don’t. Not in a bitter or annoyed way you understand, more an ‘I’m seeking to understand and improve’ way.

Sometimes I find myself asking just what I am doing wrong. I keep my posts short, I write about a range of things (all me centred admittedly, but a range), I make sure each of my jottings has something to look at – a photo or doodle or some such thing, I publicise what I’ve written – unashamedly and brazenly sometimes. But still I seem to be tailing off. Its not like I’m asking for applause or praise, but it would be nice to know that I sparked a memory or a thought in somebody sometimes. I do don’t I?

Perhaps I’m just rubbish?

Maybe I should do what the others do. Have you ever clicked ‘next blog’ at the top of my blog site and kept clicking? I have. You have to click for quite a while, or be very lucky to find much more than family and baby snaps, pictures and words about pets, shabby chic shit, and inspirational sayings about pretty pink lives collected from the internet.

Perhaps I’ll write about cookery and cats instead.

That’s it a cooking cat… that might do it.

Anyway, that’s that out of my system. Back to Luna - here she is in front of our first fire of the season. The flames fascinated her, she watched them for hours and then rested her head on the fender and fell asleep in the warmth. After a while a spark jumped out, only just missing her. She jumped quickly back, before deciding that it would be fun to play with the red hot ember. I got to it just before she singed her fur.

Silly kitty - I wonder if she knows a good curry recipe?