This post was originally posted at enidd’s blog
Hello, my name is Little Miss Moi and I am a blum of enidd’s from waaay back*. I am knee-stoopingly honoured to be the first guest-blogger on enidd’s blog while she’s on holidays.
I will use this time to reflect on a rather worrying problem I have. I have been absent from the blogging world for far too long. I have lost the ability… to blog**.
This problem turned over in my mind often throughout the glorious Molvanian summer. As I sat in the mottled sunshine in the cool park, basking in the 30-degree weather, sipping on my Molvanian fizz, I postulated with my plethora*** of friends about my inability to blog effectively. Too much fizz? Too much heat? Too much time spent in Molvania, so I’d reached some weird next dimension where Movanian behaviour is regarded as perfectly normal?
Yes, I will agree that summer in Molvania is lots of fun. It’s hard to be bothered by spitting in the streets, black leather jackets, pushy devushkas, killer traffic and grumpy babas when everyday is a haze of sun, fun and mojitos. And when you start to meet real friends, precious blogging time is replaced by transport time to and from rendezvous points.
But I’ve finally pinpointed the source of my blogging drought to a momentous date in the world of enidd. I stopped blogging, proper-like, when enidd moved away. She left a hole in my social life; she deprived me of shashlyk, and I just don’t get the same adrenalin rush when other dogs bark at me as I did when Stalin did.
So, here’s to absences:
To enidd’s holiday absence – have lots of fun, and come back soon. You don’t want me to do a second post.
To absence from Molvania – somewhere out there, I’m sure there’s someone who misses something about the place.
To absence from the blog world – now that I’ve blamed enidd, perhaps my creative juices will start flowing****.
So, all you SF-bloggers who now get to enjoy REAL fizz with enidd and the man, think of two lonely bloggers – myself, and your next guest-blogger, Mind the Gap – who are forced to find a hill (or a Taras Shevchenko statue) once a week and crack a bottle of bubbly in honour of our absent friend.
* Well, from the start of this year. enidd won me over with her knowledge of Molvanian fizz.
** Creatively, anyway.
**** More likely, I’ll get depressed and cynical in winter, and blog again.