…will they come?

I finally reached the point where I could submit my new baby to all the major search engines and indexes (using the nifty submission tools at SelfPromotion.com), which I figured would be more productive than screaming “Notice me, notice me!!!” at the top of my lungs to anyone who’d listen. But at this stage it’s like a drop of water trying to get attention in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Of course, there’s always the hope that I’ll experience the “Field of Dreams” effect, and people will come from all four corners of the globe just to see me play b… err, blog.

Yeah right.

Then there’s the matter of what the hell I should be writing about to begin with. I have several ideas, but for the moment I can’t seem to put them into words. It’s like turning a hunk of metal into a smokin’ hot rod, and then not knowing how to drive after you finished building it.

Maybe it’s the heat. For the past few weeks it’s been nothing but lovely 100º+ degree weather combined with an even more lovelier 200% humidity index. There won’t be too many moments of inspiration when the heat and moisture is busy sucking the life force out of you, even when you’re hiding under the bed with the AC on full blast.

Ah well, I’m sure this dry spell will end once I get enough shuteye to make up for the lack of sleep I’ve been missing out on for oh…the past month or so, and maybe once the weather cools off just a wee little bit. Oy, this summer can’t end fast enough.