The website Fark used to have an automatic filter on it -- whenever anyone posted the phrase "first post," the software would replace those words with "boobies." I find that I still do that instinctively in my own head, so I'm already starting this blog off in an inappropriate place.
Don't worry. It'll get worse.
Kimberly asked me to start blogging, and it's hard for me to turn down someone as persuasive as her. What she didn't do, of course, was tell me what she wanted me to blog about, or where I was going to find the extra 17 hours a day I need to be an active, reliable, habitual writer. She just said I should write every day. So, the natural and easy topic will be to complain about her, and I'll probably default to that whenever I run out of more pressing matters.
But, as it turns out, there's a lot of stuff in the world to write about, and I guess I can start off with some of those things before I get around to burying her. There's stuff to discuss in the news, in sports, in politics, in science, and even in my own writing. I'm working on two major writing projects right now, one a novel about suicide that is probably 80% done, the other a novel on wicked problems, which is about 0% done. Writing's hard for me. It's what I love, what I feel like I ought to be doing with my life, but it's also the ultimate test of attention deficits -- no matter how little there is in the world to distract you, you can always find something to do when you should be writing.
So my plan is to work on you, my dear blog, first thing in the morning before I get out of bed, before I get distracted. This will keep the entries fairly short, hopefully focused, and doubtlessly entirely incoherent, but they might be reliable, at least. Time will tell.
Don't worry. It'll get worse.
Kimberly asked me to start blogging, and it's hard for me to turn down someone as persuasive as her. What she didn't do, of course, was tell me what she wanted me to blog about, or where I was going to find the extra 17 hours a day I need to be an active, reliable, habitual writer. She just said I should write every day. So, the natural and easy topic will be to complain about her, and I'll probably default to that whenever I run out of more pressing matters.
But, as it turns out, there's a lot of stuff in the world to write about, and I guess I can start off with some of those things before I get around to burying her. There's stuff to discuss in the news, in sports, in politics, in science, and even in my own writing. I'm working on two major writing projects right now, one a novel about suicide that is probably 80% done, the other a novel on wicked problems, which is about 0% done. Writing's hard for me. It's what I love, what I feel like I ought to be doing with my life, but it's also the ultimate test of attention deficits -- no matter how little there is in the world to distract you, you can always find something to do when you should be writing.
So my plan is to work on you, my dear blog, first thing in the morning before I get out of bed, before I get distracted. This will keep the entries fairly short, hopefully focused, and doubtlessly entirely incoherent, but they might be reliable, at least. Time will tell.
