Ha. Good metaphor for a blog invoking the name of the Great Old One himself. After November's brief revival things again got bogged down as is wont with my job and the posting dried up pretty darned good. So I made a New Years resolution (yeah, that's it!) to start writing again sometime before the end of January. Sound like a good enough rationalization to wait this long to post anything? Yeah, well piss on you if you don't agree.
In all honesty I have been meaning to start writing / blogging again. The big question is whether or not to start doing so HERE. The place has been mostly abandoned because, for whatever reason, it is not meeting any needs or desires of mine.
But I have a need/desire to write, and here is where I can write. It's my own place, and I've had it for some time. It has lacked direction in the past - really never had any - but it can still be whatever I want. Or can it?
I remember back in November that Crummy was reminiscing about his own place and how it "violates all the rules" about "successful blogging" as far as theme, content, length of posts, blah blah blah. Like I've stated about this place, he admits that he doesn't really have anything he writes about. It's mostly blogging about himself - an exercise in narcissism. I don't think Crum would take that the wrong way (please don't). All personal blogging is an exercise in narcissism, this is no exception.
The thing that he has - and the other good ones that I read or have read (Randall, Beach Bum, okjimm, splotchy, my cousin the rabbit wrangler, nunly, and even recently my old college friend wombat) all have one thing going for them - they have a certain context, some sort of intellectual or cognitive rug that really ties their rooms together. I'm not sure I have that rug...or maybe some Chinaman came in and pissed on it.
I do know one thing - if I want to get that rug, or clean the piss off of it, I simply need to write, and do so regularly. For now this place will have to do.
I'm just not sure this is what I want my writing to be, other than something I'm happy with. I've thought about different ways I could go. I'm guessing the thing to do is write them down - make a list of "Shit I'd Like To Write About" and figure out how/when/where I will.
But in the meantime I just need to write. I can feel my brain atrophying.
So I'll call this a start.
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