I've come to the realization that I love writing (or blogging) when I love writing. And when I love it I have a fever. It's a bit like wanting more cowbell if you know the reference.
When I don't love it I do tend to disappear.
There is a lot of truth to inspiration for it.
If the muse isn't there it's just not there and it cannot be forced. Well it can be and you can press through it, but sometimes, good or bad, I simply check out.
When I love it like I do at the moment I'm hungry for it. When I'm in a funk I'm ready to dump the whole damn thing.
Anyway, writing, she's a funny passion, which actually makes sense.