Frogger or Blogger?

Years ago in the arcade era, not arcane, arcade, there was a game called Frogger. In the game you were represented by a green leaper on the side of a multiple-lane highway. It looked like Los Angeles rush hour traffic going full-out on both sides. The goal was to make it across without getting squished. I am sure this game is still available somewhere.

I stopped writing for a spell. Life just got squished with traffic of a large family and a job that expands day by day as Christmas draws nigh. I would come to this screen and stare. Reading increased and I actually finished a book. Then a Facebook friend noticed my near cyber social non-existence. I was touched by his entry on my page. It was a simple hello with undertones of “you are missed.” Then my brother called and said basically the same thing, he doesn’t fb but follows this blog.

Then all the unattended e-mails, mostly blogs I follow sit unopened. I see all my writer friends who continue to voice it out on the blogosphere. Information everywhere. Quotes everywhere. Hearts poured out everywhere. Traffic still is flowing at the speed of optic light. Blogs, Facebook, E-mails, oh my.

So I sit by the side of the highway and croak and stick out my tongue. I think someone should develop a game called Blogger…

Does all the information paralyze you sometimes?

I am writing again, it is in my blood. I am looking for an opening in the traffic to put my words out there again, that’s all.

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17 thoughts on “Frogger or Blogger?

  1. Isn’t it funny, how the blog thing and social network thing, add this additional –and to me very false, sense of accountability? I see so much more excuse making, because other seem to expect it. For me, shit happens, life is life. I enjoy writing when it is there for me to do it myself or to read others.

    I can identify, if I want to, with others noticing that you may have withdrawn, which if they know you personally, might be a sign of isolation. Or not. So, I suppose then, if I am not liking this need of others for me to account for where I am and what I have been doing—oh forget it ha! I hate having to tell others, some who think they are closer to me than they are, what I am doing and why. On the other hand if they don’t ask, my insides might whine that no one has NOTICED MEEEEEEEEEEEE MEEEEEEE ME! I did a blog once that said…I am still here and then in the body I said…I am doing my thing, I hope you are doing yours. Do you notice how many times people, including me, write and then when later reading realize, or don’t, that they are now rationalizing to a bunch of strangers?

    I can

  2. Been there & done that… hit a dry/busy spot. I’ve wondered if anyone noticed & then blogger/FB friends said they missed me. I’ll admit: that feels good. Glad you’re on the radar screen. Yes, information overload often paralyzes me – stepping away from it all (if only for an hour or a day) helps a great deal!

  3. I’ve missed you too and have been patiently waiting until after Christmas for you to have time to return to life online.

  4. At least it’s not snowing or icing, yet. 🙂

    Does all the information paralyze you sometimes? This year, I experienced that, especially as I started to find out more about the writing life, so many articles to read about writing, that I stopped readying anytning. So much information shouting at me.

  5. Hi Jerry-

    I finally had some time today and have been reading a good many of your writings.  Some made me smile remembering my own mom or holidays etc.  You have a gift.  Thank you.

    Pat Carroll

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