I don’t mean to alarm you guys, but I’ve noticed a trend on my blog. Lets look back to June 2008:

http://degrouchyowl.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-time-i-went-invisible-again.html

Friday, June 06, 2008

It's time I went invisible again. Catch you guys on the flipside in a few weeks/months/years - as long as it takes to figure things out. Or be flummoxed to the point where I want to talk/write again.

*sinks*

I then proceeded to go mute for nearly two weeks. Not much by way of a vow of silence, I grant you, but they have been known to run longer.

The year before that… well there are no June-July 2007 archives. That’s because I was on a six month blogging hiatus that started in February with this entry:

http://degrouchyowl.blogspot.com/2007/02/goodbye-cruel-world.html

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Goodbye cruel world. Put a fork in me, I done.

Then there was the summer of 2006, peppered as it was with threats of silence and absenteeism - like the June 12the entry that ends with “I am secretly plotting the murder of my own blog” and the June 19th entry entitled “Put a fork in me, I’m done.” A few weeks later I’d cop out of writing with a cheap grab of someone else’s work that went:

Even just words
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Beyond our ideas of right-doing and wrong-doing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase 'each other'
doesn't make sense any more.
- Jelaluddin Rumi

In the next two months there was hardly an update, just a light sprinkle of words here or there. In Occtober I’d finally ask:

Will the real Owl please shut up
Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Don't you guys get sick of reading my thoughts? I do.

Four of you claimed you didn’t. I guess that was enough to get me back to blogging.

The year before that, I apparently was in good communication spirits. There’s no sign of my annual silence but 2004 had its trace.

Friday, June 04, 2004

I don’t want to go to work. I don’t want to write no damn stinking articles. I don’t want to take interviews. I don’t want to have to say “uh huh” for two hours while some lonely official tells me his life story over the phone when all I wanted was a short quote. I don’t want to edit crap writing any more. Mine, or anyone else’s. I don’t want to blog.

*breathes*

I need a vacation.

Which takes me all the way back to summer of 2003, when this crazy little corner of the Internet I call my blog was created. And sure enough, just two months in, I was already being nagged to “update already” and began issuing what is now a traditional “Sorry I’ve been AWOL guys, just not feeling up to it” statement.

So, uh, you have to know what’s coming next. The past two months of blogging have been half-hearted at best and now I can barely get myself to type in my URL, let alone put thoughts on to electronic paper. I live most my life absorbing and reacting, but now I have to process. In techno-speak. Owl needs to de-frag. If the past six years are anything to go by, I am likely to come back. Just don’t know when. Or why.