Mea Culpa
Yup. My bad.
This week was crap*, both in terms of word count and quality. This is the beginning of my fifth month of daily blogging (although it\’s not really blogging, since I usually just publish one long post a day). There are now 126 posts in the database, and if you figure each one is about 250 words, I\’ve got over 30,000 words on this thing already.
Now, I don\’t mention this just to toot my own horn, but to point out how hard it is to come up with things to write about when your idea tank is about 30,000 words short of full.
No excuse, obviously, since what I\’m supposed to be is some kind of writer. I should be writing 30,000 words a week, like Stephen King. But I don\’t have his geeky glasses or freakish imagination.
Every so often, there will be a week like this one, where it\’s clear that just getting two sentences posted a day was a struggle equal in scope and unpleasantness as getting the guy who plays Barney out of his costume after a promotional appearance at the zoo.
Next week, I\’m told, will be better, with funnier, longer, more interesting posts. This is not a promise, but a mysterious prediction. You can help make it come true by sending me interesting links, questions, requests, and comments to write about.
And I promise to quit copping out on endings by using glib, meaningless internal references.
* Sorry about the language, but that\’s really the only word that describes it. Kiddies, avert your eyes. Wait, if you\’re reading this it\’s too late for that. Crap.