November 23, 2010
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illustration by Jean-Claude PicardMy new little blog is proving to be a slow starter – not in footprints but in content. I seem to have at least one or two ideas a day, things I want to write about or work through, but the moment I commit to my keyboard – whoosh! Gone.
Today is no different. I’m pretty sure my brother is caught on the wrong end of an identity theft (if one could imagine there’s a right end), tonight I’ll be attending a panel discussion on getting a book published, and at the end of the week I’ll be interviewed by a national newspaper. Also, my landlord is nuts, my boyfriend is shopping for an engagement ring and my cat is teetering on the edge of morbidly obese.
Material isn’t the problem – I’m just so painfully out of practice.
Ah well, a few sentences a day is a start. And it was nice to have a place to get yesterday off my chest. There’s something about blogging, that idea of writing things out and pushing them into the ether. It’s weirdly satisfying. I forgot about that.
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Comments (5)
what am i, a bottle of ether?
oh! quick put on this bandana. no, not on your head. over your mouth and nose, like a bandit.
seriously. i mean i seriously know what you’re saying.
you are getting sleepy.
I know exactly what you mean. I’ve been thinking about this lately – about what exactly I use my blog for and why. I think that whether or not anybody reads it or likes it, and whether or not I am ever clever or full of opinions or even just consistent in the things I write about – I like having a place to give the things I think about a life of their own. Whatever those things may be. For whatever reason, it feels more satisfying and somehow more… decisive… than anything else.
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@complicatedlight -
Oh, Phil. How I’ve missed you.
@sixacross -
I think because once you put it somewhere anyone can see it and have it (if they want) it’s almost not a part of you anymore. It’s a relief – like you’re handing it off.
just think of me as your very own personal moriarty.