In a desperate attempt to drivert the blame for the current inert state of my writing career (other than work, weather, sunspots, and a delayed completion of the current Mercury Retrograde), I think I may actually have found a true culprit: REALITY TV.

Not because I watch a fair amount of it but because it's taking over TV scheduling. I include the good stuff like Biggest Loser, America's Next Great Restaurant, American Idol, The Voice, Celebrity Apprentice, Food Network, No Reservations (sorry, Tony), HGTV, The History Channel, Top Chef, Project Runway, Top Shot along with the voyeuristic Real Housewives brand--excluding Orange Country and Miami--and TLC's various cooking and wedding shows, oh and "Ruby" which I actually find both annoying and inspirational. (There are others but these are the ones *I* watch.)

My point is: I have become so entranced by Other People's Stories that I'm not writing any of my own. I have become a very passive observer of life because it's entertaining and it's easy. I tape the weekly shows like "House" and "Bones" because I'm so far behind. I don't want to miss my hit of whatever reality drama is being served up.

And now that baseball season is in full swing, as it were, and I need to manage my Fantasy Baseball team (for those of you who don't know - that's a DAILY project), the previous diversion of my current MMO ("Rift), has fallen by the wayside.

Sure, I'm blogging but it's pretty much about reality TV. What I'm NOT doing is Writing the Real Stuff. I suspect it may be time for a course correction from everyone else's reality to mine!