And Courtney‘s right, if you’ve been here recently you know that I’ve essentially been just dropping in to let people know that I am either still alive and / or undead. That is my sad state of affairs. Where you’re probably mostly hearing horror stories of unemployment, my world has perversely been submerged in a deluge of obligations.
Oh, I’m not taking it for granted. I’m definitely counting my blessings because you bet your ass I will invoice them eventually.
This has been making up the bulk of the content I’ve been generating. It’s starting to get tiresome. So in true bloggy self-aware reassessment, I should at this point ask myself: Why do I continue to say the same things?
Let’s take it from the top:
When I first got into blogging, it was to grok this whole establishing a net identity, or “personal branding” as is the mot du jour. And as far as blogging goes, you have to find your voice. After you find your voice, you find your niche.
It turns out there’s a specific word for my type of writers: escribitionists
And oh, how you all know who you are. And oh, how I wish you all knew how much you have kept me sane.
[non-sequitur]
If these are my favorite kinds of writers, does that make me a voyeur? If you know that I’m a fan of portmanteau you can now imagine me having one hell of a time trying to combine the words legere (“to read” in latin) with “voyeur”…. Voygeur? Maybe I can combine ‘blog’ and ‘legere’ to… blegeur?
…No, that all just sounds a wet burp.
Nevermind.
[/non-sequitur]
In any case, by now I should have a well established blog rhythm. Sure, I’m currently out of step, but I’ll recenter eventually.
But repeating myself? Why, yes, don’t mind if I do.
If there’s anything I’ve learned from the escribitionist community, it’s that no matter how mundane or repetative your life’s events may seem, there are infinite ways to creatively say your life has not made any significant changes. In retrospect, it’s probably easier to write about things that don’t change. What matters is how much effort you’ve put into expressing something. It doesn’t matter what you express. The point is that you do it.
It’s the thought that counts.
And I, for one, am comfortable thinking in public.
Thus:
Workworkwork.
Busybusybusy.
dammitdammitdammit.
well, all in all, it is always nice to know you’re still alive.