Where are you going/where have you been?
So, here's what I did. I got like, 5 people reading my blog. I was starting to get a group of people who were pretty regular, and then... I stopped writing. Take that fan base! Maybe, I simply don't understand the point of blogging. That is possible. Or maybe I'm just afraid of success, also a possability. Oh, I'm probably just pathetic.
No reason not to blog, really. Republicans are still pretty much committing treason. I'm still reading interesting things. My graduate program is still kind of dicking me over. My comps are coming together but that's a regular nightmare all it's own. I'm ebaying again, which means that I'm making wonderful looking things and playing with toxic chemicals. I've still got a website. I keep meeting interesting people. Massachusetts is still just the other side of odd from Lilliput and f'ing Wonderland. My son is still attractive, my wife still wonderful. I've got new power tools care of said wife, Teletubbies still doesn't make any sense (although I think I've got Dora the Explorer worked out). I've been working on my novel (Hoo fucking Rah!). I've decided that everything that's wrong with the world can be laid at the feet of the baby boomers. Oh yeah, and I'm now getting Heee-larious emails from past students that all but cry out for commentary...
...and yet. I haven't written. I'm sorry I don't know what else to say.
Okay, how about this: somewhere in my novel will be the phrase, "Their gaze locked doom and mouths half muttered gog-gog-magog turned duck duck goose." I don't know why or when this phrase will play out, but it hit me while I was driving yesterday to school (and through the Hadley traffic jam) to pick up three books on the literature of nuclear annhialation and I thought, 'damn that's good.'
By the way, I call that line. No putting it in your novels, people!
Hadley's motto: "We've got the only bridge for miles so...you'll be passing through I reckon."
No reason not to blog, really. Republicans are still pretty much committing treason. I'm still reading interesting things. My graduate program is still kind of dicking me over. My comps are coming together but that's a regular nightmare all it's own. I'm ebaying again, which means that I'm making wonderful looking things and playing with toxic chemicals. I've still got a website. I keep meeting interesting people. Massachusetts is still just the other side of odd from Lilliput and f'ing Wonderland. My son is still attractive, my wife still wonderful. I've got new power tools care of said wife, Teletubbies still doesn't make any sense (although I think I've got Dora the Explorer worked out). I've been working on my novel (Hoo fucking Rah!). I've decided that everything that's wrong with the world can be laid at the feet of the baby boomers. Oh yeah, and I'm now getting Heee-larious emails from past students that all but cry out for commentary...
...and yet. I haven't written. I'm sorry I don't know what else to say.
Okay, how about this: somewhere in my novel will be the phrase, "Their gaze locked doom and mouths half muttered gog-gog-magog turned duck duck goose." I don't know why or when this phrase will play out, but it hit me while I was driving yesterday to school (and through the Hadley traffic jam) to pick up three books on the literature of nuclear annhialation and I thought, 'damn that's good.'
By the way, I call that line. No putting it in your novels, people!
Hadley's motto: "We've got the only bridge for miles so...you'll be passing through I reckon."
posted by Monstro D. Whale at
9:45 AM
4 Comments:
Some of your 'fan base' is still here.
Post when you want, I think that is the actual point of blogging. When you start feeling like you have to post, that is when the blog dies a tragic bloody death at the hands of a mangled serial killer in the alley behind your favorite pub.
"...and I thought, 'damn that's good.' "
Of course, Samuel Johnson advised: "Read over your compositions, and wherever you meet with a passage which you think is particularly fine, strike it out."
I've never followed that advice, though. It's rare enough to come up with anything "particuarly fine," so I relish those moments. In my early days of publishing, I ws taught not only to *not* strike those out, but to format them as special call-out quotes on the pages. Often, when editing a piece, it was tough to identify anything interesting enough to be singled out for special attention. But, then again, I was plodding through the superlatively arid world of business and legal publishing.
I think it's right advice from Samuel Johnson. After all, this thing started with one line, and here I am, eight years later, still trying to make it work.
Q: Oh, I'll keep writing. Don't you worry.
I'm taking a break from the blogging. Might just make more graphics instead of writing for a while.
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