Editors Note:


EDITOR'S NOTE: Fresh off a three year managerial stint, your friendly neighborhood lenslinger is back on the street and under heavy deadline. As the numbing effects of his self-imposed containment wear off, vexing reflections and pithy epistles are sure to follow...

Thursday, February 22, 2007

To Blog or Not

Underwood KeysRelax - I'm not going anywhere. I'm way too hooked on being read to shutter this website anytime soon. But as someone who's been web-publishing at least five nights a week since the fall of 2004, I can tell you - the compulsion to do so fluctuates. Most days my forehead is afire with analysis and lies, twisted sequiturs scribbled on windshield and page. Other times I can barely recall how to write my name, let alone some diatribe of note to leave overnight on-line. Lately, I've been of the latter mind - an interminable phase fraught with restlessness and worry. Well, not too much worry. I've been through this before ; the moment I convince myself I'll never again line words up successfully, some pre-written screed will pop in my head and I'm off to the races. Oh, to wrest control of that elusive mojo...

But that would be too much to ask, I guess. Instead, I'll try to be grateful I learned to write at all, for there was a lifetime on the books before my particular muse ever figured out how to strike. Now that it does (or did) on a regular basis, I'm reduced to the role as distracted dictator. That's fine with me - as I love to listen to the guy in my head. See, most times he's smarter than me, he's got better hair and he's not afraid to type what I really think. (Though to be fair I often have to censor his prose as to insure my weekly stipend.) No bother. The dark comedy currently afoot will make for perfect fodder one day - provided my readers don't think I'm yankin' their chains. For now, you'll just have to settle for this, the latest in an irregular series of directionless ponderings, the kind that are usually followed by a flurry of more meritous posts. Otherwise, check my archives for times when I really had something to say and know that though I'm not pummelling you with my every thought, you, dear reader, are very much on my mind...

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm late for a date with my lava lamp...

3 comments:

EL-GUAPO said...

I hear ya on the streakiness of blogging. I've been down for a while, but feel an upswing coming my way.

Lou Faugerburg said...

Yeah, I'm hitting the "wall" and I'm only 30 posts in. I'm running out of material.

HockeyPat said...

Don't sweat it! If you had it all the time you'd grow tired of it all.