The Anti-Climax

I’m worried. I think I may have climaxed too soon.

‘Sustainable Sex’ was really quite popular, and combined with my listing on ‘Blog This’ as a recent member, my traffic flow increased dramatically, my followers jumped to 12 and overall I was feeling rather proud of myself. I started using words like intonation, irascible, and affliction in my everyday life. According to the bf I had become noticeably more big-headed than usual. On one particularly gloat-full day I was told to ‘blog off then, you blogging blogger’.

I didn’t care; it just gave me an excuse to turn my head back to the screen. 12 followers… how exciting. Another few days of endless click-fests finding out who they are and who they know.

But the thrill was short-lived. At some stage during the last week it’s all just become a bit too much for me. I started to fret over my next post, and as a result I’ve ended up with bloggers block. Every time I have tried to write I’ve found an excuse not to.

I never set out to be a funny blogger, but now that people have found me humorous I’m feeling the pressure. What if my next post is dull, and I *gulp* lose a follower!
I couldn’t even post the ’50 things’ list for the Blog This comp. It just didn’t feel it was good enough. So now I sit here with 4 unfinished posts… a 50 things list that will never be read, and two dead fish.

Meanwhile the Blog-Soapie-Star has made friends with the daughter of a very rich & famous man’s daughter and has yet another new career opportunity ahead of her… I guess I spoke too soon, she remains high on her pedestal, while I blog about not being able to blog.

And I didn’t win the Wanderlust Competition.

Woe is me.