I just finished a marathon purge of my trusty Bloglines account and ohmyfreakinggoodness were there ever a lot of cobwebs in there. Seems I'm not so good at following people to their new blogs and deleting defunct feeds. So I did a couple hours of updating and trashing and now things feel all fresh and shiny. No doubt inspiration will be easier to find when it isn't buried under all that detritus.
Culling through my feeds started me thinking about the knitblog community and how it is such a vastly different place now from what it was back in 2005 when I launched the Elliphantom balloon. A few people are still at the familiar old addresses but the greater chunk have wandered off to bigger and better things or parts unknown. I won't even start on how Ravelry has changed the face of the knitting community.
My little epiphany of the day came when I realized that instead of feeling like The Old Granny of Knitblogland, I feel like a kid who's moved schools. A little shy, a little uncertain about who knows what about me, and a little hesitant to commit in case I do it wrong. It's not that I don't have plenty to say, it just never quite makes it out of my mouth.
So! I think the solution is to jump right in and set myself a little challenge. Three posts a week, to get me back into practice. That's approximately every other day, with a little wiggle room. If I can stick to it, I should have a solid dozen entries by the time the Olympics roll around.
I know this isn't the first time I've resolved a fresh start here, but who knows? Maybe this time it'll stick.