About Not Blogging
I noticed that I wasn’t doing Holidailies about three or four days ago, and I kept thinking of things to write about. However, I never quite got the impetus or sufficient guilt to sit down and write. So much of what I want to say is mundane to the point of utter solipcism. So much of what is going on is unremarkable. Does it matter that I cleaned out a closet? Does it matter that I have started reading Dashiell Hammit? I did and I have, but there’s no bloggy spark there for me. And now, compounding the problem is the guilt that I’m not doing it, and that I want to, but I just can’t
My apologies to readers who look forward (if you do) to my entries. I am reminded of The Rolling Stones’ song It’s Only Rock and Roll.
If I could stick my pen in my heart
And spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy ya, would it slide on by ya
Would you think the boy is strange? Ain’t he strange?
That’s pretty much how I feel. If it’s okay with you all, I’d rather not bleed publicly this year. I am bleeding and it is not pleasant, but there just doesn’t seem to be anything good to say about it.
Cheers and happy holidays to you all!