As in, how to fail at blogging, while really trying.
I got nuthin' ... really. This non-post is intended as a placemark. I don't know why I've got nuthin' ... at least, I got nuthin' for my blog. And I have little for outside the blog. I don't remember, at the moment, why I was doing this. Not that I am not profoundly grateful for the gifts it has brought me, which have been many, and unmerited.
I started two other posts: one umbilico-scopophilic (ha, I think I just made that up, but I doubt I'm that clever), and one vacuous and not adequately amusing--and I thought: If I can't do better than these, better leave off for a bit. Maybe when I get all the schoolwork behind me, I can re-approach this ... whatever-it-is ... with gusto, damn! you bet!
Until such time, you have my affection ... and my archives. xo
Someone needs a hug.
Posted by: Mrs. Kennedy | Thursday, 09 December 2004 at 03:40 PM
Take a break. Recharge, reconfigure, metamorph . . . and relax. You can just type in the contents of your lunch and we'd be satisfied as long as you're happy.
Posted by: Philip | Thursday, 09 December 2004 at 06:04 PM
i think the love transfusion might help.
Posted by: redclay | Thursday, 09 December 2004 at 06:37 PM
Hey, I love your blog: It's not the quantity...
Children always give us something to write about. Love to hear your umbilico thingy!
Posted by: scott | Sunday, 12 December 2004 at 12:52 PM
children always give us something to write about. damn, i hate paperwork.
Posted by: redclay | Monday, 13 December 2004 at 01:48 AM
I'm so in favor of the quality over quantity. The New Yorker or something with the word New York in it had a story on people who work for decades and decades on one masterpiece and everyone gives up on them and then the thing comes out and it's REALLY GOOD.
(But then there's Graham Greene who I love who wrote 500 words a day, every day. And always hated everything he did but he still wrote those 500 words. And then there's Anthony Trollope for whom there is not explanation.)
And try and remember that even when you are bad, you are good. (I.e., even when YOU are bad YOU are good...)
This is just a long winded way of saying that if you go off and think then something really cool is bound to happen.
Posted by: Miel | Monday, 13 December 2004 at 03:38 AM
that link to Jonathan Richman was sooo worth the price of admission! and but for this blog entry, i never would have had this big, appreciative smile on my face. :-D
Posted by: TK | Monday, 13 December 2004 at 06:04 PM